Once a Soldier

Da Nang, Vietnam. A young Marine private waits...

I’m horrified

by the pink mist

that was sprayed

so early one morning.

There were eyes watching,

eyes everywhere

as the pink mist

painted the tank.

It sprayed on the sand

and some got on my hand

but that’s totally

to be expected.

Pink mist everywhere

from something

to nothing

where do these things go?

He was there, at that moment,

the next, he was gone

pink mist filled

the blue of the sky.

I dropped to my knees

and begged the Lord please

don’t let this be true,

this morning.

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