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Memories of Vietnam
by Richard Reed Jr
copyright 01-10-2007


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Dedicated to Brian Dickenson and David Pekrul
**Two of PPnP's finest**

When children we played toy soldiers
Thousands killed without deaths
With real guns now braced on our shoulders
We're facing our own last breaths

I think of the pointed fingers
Playing our make-believe games
My boyhood dream still lingers
Even this close to the flames

Bell-bottom riots at home
For our own boys there we pray
While we shoot our napalm foam
Where Vietnamese children play

Real life travails on our souls
It weighs down upon our death-toys
Retreat, the bugle extols
Surrendered, the child soldier boys





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Writer's note: I am saddened by all the wars in the world. I am not biased for or against. I simply, vehemently dislike war. I applaud the bravery of all our young men in battle, but always wonder if it's worth it. As a poet I seek no platform of political comments. I only seek truth, and I'm never sure what it is.

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01-24-2007 Walter Jones    

Sleep comes as death escapes hearts and mind, free is more than a word, it is a place, kept, war is neither a game nor idol, but rather man reaching for some objective, peace, I remember daily the smells of battle, toy soldiers died long ago, only the real ones move forward carrying a cause. I move forward as does the world, still reporting and seeking the prize. A good write son...Walt
05-31-2006 Angela Toshner    

this rocks! I know you go an e mail from em explaining our whole poetry unit now and how we have to write one like this. But this is great...and I wanted to throw some praise your way!
angela
05-09-2006 Brian Dickenson    

Obviously you have seen the 'Glory' of the killing fields.
The smell is something you will never forget.
But not like the idiot portrayed in
'Apocalypse Now'.
You must also have seen the 'civilised' skin being shed.
Well remembered.
Brian.
05-08-2006 Regina Pate    

you are very brave my dear friend, and I will defend you until the end, but why you put yourself out there like that I have no clue, but it's okay, I just went through it too, I don't know why all my comments rhyme, any way, I don't know what to say this poem was pretty self explainitory, don't get me started on what I think of war, but I will say this, I hope
Brian likes your poem better than he liked mine. I'm sure David will. Good write, great job, thanks,

Regina
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