Vietnam, Out Here Poem by marc molchan

Vietnam, Out Here
the dust
the crying bodies
the baby killers
you hear so much
about it in Vietnam
it seems the War
as it is fought
is one of unchanging commitment
uncaring
we know better
trying to establish
a base or bases
from which to strike
to secure the Main Service Routes
to bring Our Way of Life
To Show the World
what we're made of
that doesn't detract
from all of the harsh reality
we all find here
in Indian country
I'm just glad we're with the
Mechanized Infantry;
we can count upon the
fire support in herringbone
try to imagine a never ending
War Noise: that rattles
the squeak of bogies
mounted as we are in our ACAVs;
but I wouldn't have it any other way
Out Here!