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Poetry > Vietnam
Bill is a veteran of the Korean and Vietnam wars.
This page offers an insight into his perspective on war and those who
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|An Insight... A Trail of Life|
Having said that, I must backtrack somewhat to stumble with a statement or two in the form of a poem which offers a love of people for a land, and a hold of that land on a people, seeming to say in some strange and demanding tongue, "You are mine, we have found life and love together... for one another." I felt this much more intense in a malignant quagmire called Vietnam than I ever found in Korea sixteen years earlier... sixteen years younger.
I felt a malady, a sickness so poignant with feeling that it was impossible to find a divider to lay the feeling to the proper side... love or hate. The only truth I could find was that a man, woman or child seem to realize that, from birth to death, this was an absolute part of their "trail of life"... be it love or hate.
I left Vietnam, I was unable to leave these feelings
behind to the extent that I had when leaving Korea sixteen
years earlier. I had already been baptized into the
first verse of what I would spend almost two years
writing... fourteen years after reaching the quiet and
malevolent world once more, enlarging upon, but unable to
make Vietnam go away. The sights, the smells were
there regardless of what I tried to think or decide.
I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed in our
quarters at the Marine Corps Base at Camp Pendleton,
California, to which I was ordered after Vietnam. I
sat there for a period of time looking at what I called
"safe lights". I knew only lights in Nam that
signified death and/or danger. I immersed myself in
these beautiful lights signifying safety! It was
much later before I was able stop this practice. WAR
romantic? Speculate next time you hear or read this!