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Poem 14 – Nothing is Clear

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Woke this morning
as if from a dream.
Sounds of the jungle,
sounds of a stream.
Men milling around
gathering their gear.
Always on alert,
hearts filled with fear.
Will someone die today?
Just who will it be?
Keep our fingers crossed,
I guess we’ll just wait and see.
Vietnam is days filled with boredom,
and nights filled withfear.
In this crazy war,
nothing is clear.

 
Copyright © 1996 by Steve O’Brien,All Rights Reserved

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