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Thoughts in the Night |
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Just
a little reverie, a
brief return to days
gone by.
For some reason,
a dimly
remembered
face
comes back
through
the hazy years.
A
young
Green Beret
grew tired of
hanging around
camp
playing Liar's
Dice with us
�Zoomies'
He volunteered
to go on patrol,
just to
"earn his pay."
They identified
his
body
by some
of the things
he'd carried.
The
misty face
I see is still smiling,
just as it was
when he strolled
jauntily away
toward
Cambodia,
and his
last
payday. |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2004
Listed
March 19, 2011 |
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