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TALKING TO MY CHILDREN ABOUT THE WAR

 I FORGOT TO LIE!

Children

I’ve killed people

My God

can this

be so?

I am gentle

A father by choice

And proud

to be so.

But children

My dearest children

I’ve killed

Someone else’s

Children

My God

Can this

Be so?

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December, 1974 - Berkeley, California

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I WENT TO YOUR WAR

I went

To your war.

I went

Because you’d

Waved a flag

You gave me

honor

and

battle field medals

In exchange,

I gave you my youth

And

All my youthful dreams.

I killed,

In order to survive

And to keep my

Buddies alive.

And

Now

I just cry

Because

I let you

Do this me

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June, 1974 -  San Jose, California

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THE WALL REMEMBERS YOUR NAME

I stood at The Wall

Trying to picture your face

On that silent Black slab of marble

I remember

That war

And us

When we were there,

I always thought

We would both come home together

Now I am meeting you here

On some giant tombstone wall

Face to face

In the coldness of stone.

The Wall will always

Remember your name

Forever

A fallen warrior

Gone, but never

to be forgotten

I lay my

Tears on your name

And touch the engraved letters

The Wall

Will never forget

And never

Will I

#
January, 1989 - At The Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial Wall in Washington, DC

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REFLECTIONS ON THE WALL - VIETNAM VETERANS MEMORIAL

Everyone knows a name or two.

It is a feeling

like the coldest winter wind

down your spine,

and

makes tears want to fall.

Standing and staring at myself,

in black endless reflections,

I look around me,

Careful not to open and expose

my heart

like a window,

so that some righteous

hero of the peace movement,

with pot stained teeth

and photos of Jane Fonda,

still yellowing in his wallet,

can tell me how

he was right all along!.

I have crossed too many graveyards,

to have to yield my heart now.

I touch the face in the reflection

and seek oneness with it.

I still seek those dreams

that will remain sealed forever

in this black granite slab.

Those were the dreams

of my youth

that got buried here.

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1998 - Washington Vietnam Veteran’s Monument

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