In 1968 I landed a job in Berriman JHS
thus keeping me out of Viet Nam
but if I faltered and got fired
I’d be there swatting flies and fleeing bullets.
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I love the strength and irony of your poems, CC. And in this poem you recreate in the classroom the Vietnam era when that tone was the only one you could bear to use. The other was a scream. Has much changed?
Wow that was something! What hit me was that I am an Berriman JHS alumni class of 1965. I nearly fell off the chair as I stared and saw the name of my old school, but that is cool, Mr Wax, I just hope you give the priviledge of adding it to my Space page dedicated to Berriman JHS Of course I would like back here if you wish, take care and be well! Regards, Jack Donato