Remember Our POW/MIA
Poetry Written By and For Veterans
          Poetry Written By and For Veterans





          Enemy Pointman

          Each night another part of the outer base we take.
          And watch for Charlie and simply wait.
          Your mind can play tricks when you're in such a state.

          You're alone, afraid, far from home and it's late.
          Shadows seem like men and movement coming my way.
          Does the next battle include me at
          Cam Ranh North Bay?

          It's silly, it's nothing at all you see.
          It's only my imagination, my fear, it's just me.
          I've never seen a snorkle tube in the water..
          what's this?

          How long should I watch, or just fire at will.
          That tube is now blocked by a tree, now a hill.
          Does he get away, are there many or just a few.
          I wonder, what, just exactly what should I do?
          A platoon now may be forming, out of the water and ready to fight.

          Any moment now they all could be in my sight.
          What to do..I know.I'll pop a flair in the direction.
          I do and the man at (radio) control
          asks what is your location.
          All secure I routinely say as many a time before,
          But I'm wondering if soon fighting will be at the door.
          Was it a shadow or really a sighting,
          Was it the wire or only the lighting?
          Maybe somewhere an old Vietnamese soldier reflects and is writing about me,
          When he probed the American base in his country,
          And a flare was sent up that changed his direction,
          As he writes his war journal and shares his reflections.

          By Steve Janke
          3/25/99

          Poems From a Vietnam Dog Handler



          11 seconds in Hell

          Rumor had it
          A combat helicopter doorgunners'
          Life expectancy was only 11 seconds
          In a Hot LZ (landing zone)
          Being a Combat Assault Gunner
          That's 11 seconds in hell

          Muzzel flashes, an no enemy in sight
          Explosions from rockets and mortars
          Impacting all around
          Letting go with my machinegun
          Barrel turning red hot
          Grunts departing my chopper

          We're taking fire, We're taking fire
          Someone calls out, I'm Hit, I'm Hit

          Oh Shit was that one of my pilots
          Or my crewchief?

          Fire and smoke and bullets rittling thru
          The Grunts are out, Lets Go!
          Clear Right!

          Rumor had it right
          Fred died that night

          11 seconds in Hell !!

          KLB gunner
          Vn 69-71



          FLAG DAY

          This is our Pride
          You cann't take a free ride
          Not on my colors

          My Flag isn't just cloth
          It's a symbol of Valor,
          Pride, Freedom and the
          Right to Life, to Speak freely

          To be Proud of Those who carried
          Her into Battle and Victory

          Today is Her Day to fly high and free
          To acknowlege the Free
          To inspire the Brave
          To lead the futures' way

          God Blessed this country and
          Those he blessed came together to unify
          Themselves under this one Flag

          Our Glory , our story,
          May She forever wave
          Never to be mistreated
          Never to be Forgotten
          Never to fall to a Foreign land
          Unless they remove our hands

          The Flag of the United States
          Stands for us All.

          KLB Gunner
          Vn 69/71



          FREE RIDE

          Some say if you're on welfare
          Social Security Disability or
          Veterans Sevice Connected Disability,
          You're takin a free ride

          Well now, as I see it some are and some aren't,
          or to be Politically incorrect, Some ain't

          Here's where I draw the line,
          Cause most people are of the
          Unintelligent kind

          So when they hear or see
          A veteran on disability
          They feel the irritability

          Don't raise Taxes, they say
          Just cut these freeloadin veterans away
          They're old and dying and
          Always crying for more pay

          So this Veteran replies Today
          Who wants to fight for your
          Freedom anyway??

          Not I again
          Besides it's a Sin

          KLB Gunner
          Vn 69/71



          GREEDY PEOPLE

          The right to need
          To know
          To own
          To be strong
          To live long
          To be the best
          To kill all the rest

          The need of greed
          Is to be more than
          You have a right to be

          Maybe you're the one
          Who should be laid to rest

          We don't need people
          So Selfish

          KLB Gunner
          Vn 69-71

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          281 AHC Intruders 2nd plt Bandits 6-11/70
          DELTA-AIR sup. 5th SFG, Nha Trang
          155 AHC Stagecoach 11-12/70 BMT
          48 AHC Blue Star 2nd plt Wild Deuces 12/70-6/71 (Lam Son 719)
          a christian soldier with the armour of Christ
          Kill'm All Let God Sort'em Out



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