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The Vietnam War
Persona from a soldier's point of view
4/23/2018
Newsmen call it the Vietnam War.
Others say it’s a horrible mistake in history.
During military training, they would command us to get up,
And shake the hours of hurt and exhaustion off.
Search for a weak point in the enemy,
Listen for the shrieking whistle,
The ear shattering cry
that would signify
Dangerous and lethal means to an end.
Hide behind anything that will protect.
Duck and cover your head.
Pretend that it’s just another horrific nightmare
That will soon dissolve into the night.
Ready. Aim. Fire.
Each shot results in bloodshed.
The screams of agony, pain, and anguish.
But our captains and commanders laughed
and sneered,
At the newcomers that scrambled
and chased their lives
That were escaping,
Keeping out of their reach.
They didn’t think that someone
With such a high rank and status
like them
could be touched.
When I take my gun and aim,
My heart grows dim and dark,
like the cold sneer
That kills
Until a side is so weak,
it surrenders.
It deems eternal death and destruction
over all.
I call it
War.