Not from the golden age of radio Just from the baseball games and from the beach But after forty-some years I still know Annoying jingles from just out of reach Which seem to annoy me less than they did At that time at this time since they are part Of that part of me I cannot get rid Of (that part sequestered within my heart)
Pieces of shrapnel brought back from a war Of hearts and minds which was lost from the start It was not clear what we were fighting for We had an idea but were not so smart About the secrets of the radio And we never knew like we never know
It never goes away... I've been working on a book on PTSD and have interviewed dozens of veterans. I was a corpsman (Danang '67/'68) Thank you for your service, wherever and whenever it was.
I wrote in a recent blog about how these new conflicts and the tragedies our current military are enduring would haunt them for decades. It breaks my heart to know what they will feel for the next 40 years. I know because I lived it and I live it.
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I wrote in a recent blog about how these new conflicts and the tragedies our current military are enduring would haunt them for decades. It breaks my heart to know what they will feel for the next 40 years. I know because I lived it and I live it.
Thanks for this poem.