Friday, April 7, 2017

Vietnam War Poetry: Our Fourth LT

Our Fourth LT by David Connolly

When that LT got wasted,
just about cut in half,
we spoke of him,
had a toke for him,
smilingly remembering
when he told the general,
"Sir, I have come to consider
my primary mission
in Vietnam to be
to get my own young ass
and those of my men
the fuck out of here, alive.
It just happened
that this time
the Army's mission
and mine, coincided.

He had smartly snapped
one beaut of a salute
and spun on his heel.
We thought when he faced us,
with his shiny, new Silver Star,
the wiseass would be smiling.

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