They suffer most whose memory
Cannot let pain die,
Who in the night their misery
Becomes an endless cry,
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I still remember the Hell called Viet Nam, but at least I survived to read such wonderful poetry like that which you create - Thanks Miss Adeline
A wonderful tribute to those who returned home only to leave a part of themselves dead and dying in Vietnam. Thanks for the invitation to read it.
Yes, Adeline, there are worse things than death, and that is those vets who pray for death to take them from the miserable shells they inhabit due to the rages of war on their bodies and minds. We talk about the death toll in every war, but what about the incredible number of fractured souls who survived with permanent disabilities, and worse, PTSD? Where do they belong - with the living or the dead? Powerful poem on a subject that we must all open our eyes to sooner or later. Linda
Can't help but being empathetic for the agonising afterlife of those who had seen it all. Not nearly so, yet belonging to the same profession, I can well imagine the pain & suffering. Can't understate, how well you have portrayed their suffering. Thank you again for the share. Need I say a 10/10?