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The Catacombs Of My Mind |
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Lost in memory's catacombs,
Searching for some hint
of light,
Trying to find a little relief
From this
long, infernal night.
Burning hooches' flickering
flames,
Paint shadows on stygian walls,
Providing no
real illumination as
I stumble through darkness and fall.
Phantom voices cry out in pain;
I hear curses, and
anguished moans,
But no matter how frantically I search,
I remain lost and alone.
Forlorn specters haunt these
chambers,
Somber and deep within my mind;
Remembered
pain and mocking death
Are the only companions I'll ever
find. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2008
Listed
April 6, 2011 |
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About
Author...
Thurman P. Woodfork (Woody) spent his
Air Force career as a radar repairman in places as disparate as
Biloxi, Mississippi; Cut Bank, Montana; Tin City, Alaska; Rosas,
Spain and Tay Ninh, Vietnam. In Vietnam, he was assigned to
Detachment 7 of the 619th Tactical Control Squadron, a Forward Air
Command Post located on Trai Trang Sup. Trang Sup was an Army
Special Forces camp situated about fifty miles northwest of Saigon
in Tay Ninh province, close to the Cambodian border.
After Vietnam, Woody remained in the Air Force for nine more years.
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