NAM (A poem for Vets)

NAM

By: Phil Machalick

I core two core three core four

the stench when we landed and opened the door

felt like a furnace when we got off the plane

doing my time no need to complain, Nam

My buddies beside me the point man and rear

the commander and commo the doc are all here

tripwires flares claymores and rounds

incoming shells that blew holes in the ground, Nam

Five hot meals out of 365

it was the grace of God that kept me alive

the shelling stopped and quieted down

exhausted from war as we slept on the ground, Nam

When morning broke and the dust off came

we loaded them up with the dead and the lame

pulled off the crates some food and supplies

as they revved up their engines and starred a goodbye, Nam

Those back home just have no clue

the horrors I've seen and what I've been through,

Nam

Also check out the song : Ballad of Clyde H.

In honor of Clyde Hignite of the 25th Infantry Division

L.F. McArdle