Slow Moving Moon Over Vietnam (A Poem)

Slow Moving Moon over Vietnam

(in the hills of Cam Ranh Bay)

(in May of'71)

The ocean roars,

as the rain poured

over Vietnam

(in this war)-;

and here, here I sit

in the middle of it

in a hooch

as a barracks,

singing songs

drinking beer

wine and vodka

all night long,

and

laying with

women...!

pretty as a peas,

it's how it is

most of the time here

in Vietnam....

When, when, when

is this war

ever going to end

and blow its top?

Too many dark

marble-eyed rats,

scorpions, bull-mosquitoes,

lizards like ants.

Half the soldiers

here

are on dope,

under the slow

moving moon:

some have gone

to rehab, in Japan,

others are kept

in solitary, high metal

boxes, like sardines;

the other half

are under the strain of booze

all are under a haze

from the rain,

and some are going crazy

from killing.

And I'm somewhere

between all this

trigger happy,

and I won't miss!

Rockets inbound

coming from across

the bay

(it's night time):

the Viet Cong

have been waiting

all day...

they've been

waiting, hiding

readying to kill,

in the surrounding hills,

here,

in Cam Ranh Bay

Vietnam.

Written in Vietnam, May 1971,

Revised and rewritten, 2-11-2008

Note: While in Vietnam in the month of May, 1971, we had waited for the Viet Cong to come out of the
hills surrounding Cam Ranh bay, but they didn't they went to the other side and started to rocket the three ammo dumps we had, not sure why, it was where they got their ammo also, by dressing up to look like South Vietnam Soldiers, and often coming into the dumps and collecting tons of munitions, and us American soldiers not being the wiser who we were giving them to. Foolish as it was, it didn't stop, even after they bombed the Air Force dump one evening, killing one man in a horrid fired that shook all of Cam Ranh Bay.

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