I tremble in nighttime fits

Tossing and turning—chills and goose flesh

In a mind-blowing blitz

Seeing buddies

Dead tho’ many years past

Alive in the moment

A cinéma vérité

Of times unsurpassed

I hear their frantic shouts of warning      

Their faces

Animate in righteous agony

Amid the thump of mortars crunching

  and rockets piercing

Rounds a whistling

  and curses echoing

All within a madhouse of frenzy as the bodies fall

A scene so strikingly vivid in my mind

Proximate of green

Heaven of blue

Rice paddy shimmer

Sun’s burnin’ hue

Olive drab uniform

Wounds red glimmer

A psychodrama of colors

Back-flashing

In a room

Pitch-dark