Received this in an email today...

I found the following in my duffel bag. My guess is I was given it by a fellow soldier when we were stationed at Ft. Lewis, WA, circa 1966 -67. It looks like it was printed on yellow parchment after all the years.

Author unknown.

Another world, a different time;
my soul got killed, I lost my mind.
Got sent to hell in a desperate land.
And stayed alive with a viscous hand.
A hundred ghosts, a thousand screams;
ambush at night in all your dreams.
Those silver wings pinned on your chest,
your C.I.B. means you're the best.
In 6 man teams attack companies strong,
It's hit and run or you don't last long.
A mountain top, a scary day
through booby traps you inch your way.
A sniper's shot, your buddy dies,
The lust for blood is in your eyes.
A villager, you shake him down
gun and ammo, a map are found.
You stand him up, gun to his head
squeeze the trigger, one more is dead.
LT screams "you'll go to jail!"
now he's a corpse, no one will tell.
My Sixty purrs 'With me don't fear"
I hold her close, and love her dear.
Fantasy life, whores all around
and hot L.Zs and choppers down.
Malaria, the endless rain,
and heroin to ease the pain.
A haunting dream, half way through night;
what we did, was it wrong or right?
And who can say, who doesn't care.
who can accuse, who wasn't there?

Sobering.
That came from a VERY dark place.........

sobering indeed.

Dark words from a dark place....

radar wrote:

Dark words from a dark place....

Very dark words indeed mate...and Vietnam during the mid/late 60's was about as dark as it got. Many a fine man found himself in this dark place because of what he suffered in Vietnam.