“THEY WERE DYING TO GO HOME”

They stood on the edge of reality
Dwelled upon the edge of doom
Their thoughts were often clouded
Underneath the Vietnam moon

They talked of times gone past
And of their sweetest dreams
They buried the past as well as themselves
As they forged the jungle streams

They fought fatigue and desolation
Thirst and sleepless nights
Their home a hole, their meal from a box
Lived in hell for others rights

A letter written and tucked away
In a pocket near their heart
They hoped it would never be sent
Upon their death the two would part

They deemed each day to be their last
Death present where ever they roamed
While deep inside they understood
They were just Dying to go home

They stood on the edge of reality
Dwelled upon the brink of doom
Their thoughts were often “silenced”
Underneath the Vietnam Moon.

Richard D. Preston
©May 1, 2000

 

This is Part 1 of the “Dying” Trilogy

Part 2
Dyin' To Get Home
by
Anthony W. Pahl

Part 3
Dying The Came Home
by
Lucille J. Biscaglio

Page created: Saturday, 27 May 2000

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