Vietnam - G.I. Refrain Comments

But I don't see a way to hear what you once recorded, your poem in your own voice. Perhaps it is another feature of the 'old' PH which did not survive PH's restructuring in Dec. of 2020. : ( bri

Ok, i read ALL of the few comments shown below and i recommend them to future readers.

I NOW SEE I LEFT TWO PREVIOUS COMMENTS. SEE COMMENT below from 2019. And i LIKE your reply to the comment from Dennis. bri ;)

Yes, having grown up 'during' the 'Vietnam Conflict'/War, and having read several books dealing with the subject, I'm familiar with 'body counts' and 'counting ears'.

'I love you too much' is some of lyrics of a song. I like the poem and will probably use it in a showcase soon. bri ;)

definitions of 'refrain': ' Definition of refrain (Entry 2 of 2) 1: a regularly recurring phrase or verse especially at the end of each stanza or division of a poem or song: CHORUS also: the musical setting of a refrain 2: a comment or statement that is often repeated' ;)

Hank, your email said 'G.i. Refrain' and i could not find it on PH. Then i Googled 'G.I. Refrain' with your name and found 'Vietnam - G.I. Refrain'! ;) Happy Birthday today.

Nice addition, Hank, with your voice reciting the poem.

well, i like the poem. i left a longer comment which the author decided was too 'gross', in part, (for some readers) because i mentioned some of the brutal realities of wars. i thank Henry for telling me of his decision. so some of you readers have been spared my 'gross' details of some past wars. now, just think about all the men and women who have NOT been spared those realities and don't always live [or at least 'live comfortably'] with the memories because the memories are too terrible for them. : ( boredom is sometimes a downside of war, but it is far better than some of the other things! bri :)

A three in the morning poem when we aren't too good at contriving or working through and the words just tell their truth about the times and the writer. Good on you Hank

Kim, yes I am sure it is. One of my quotations says it all, Part of me died in Vietnam, part of me never came back. The part of me called Innocence. Looking forward to returning to Utah.

Hank, I think this is the darkest, saddest poem you have written yet. The heat and humidity really are getting to you over there, aren't they? Thank goodness you will be coming back to the States soon! No humidity here in Utah! Seventy-five degrees and sunny today. A few clouds and light breezes.