Where did Jerry Go?
© 2008
Dan Johnson
Where did Jerry go?
He said he would be right back,
but, isn’t that what they all say?
I haven’t seen him since 1962,
Jerry’s Mom called my Mom
they were sisters-in-law.
She told my Mom that Jerry had
enlisted in the Army and qualified,
after all their extensive training,
that Jerry was going to be a Green Beret.
We all saw the picture of Jerry standing
in full dress uniform, saluting, smiling and
wearing that prestigious Green Beret.
Only the best would earn such recognition,
So off they went to rice fields, and burning fields,
and thousands of young soldiers were the body bag yield.
Jerry’s Mom called my Mom and said
That Jerry came home “Thank God” except
for the metal shrapnel in his head.
25 years later:
Jerry’s Mom called my Mom,
They were sisters-in-law,
To talk about the things that Jerry could do.
“He can now tie his shoes,
dress himself, and oh yes,
multiply by his 2’s,
what else can I say, other than?
Jerry was once a Green Beret, just look at him now.”
Where did Jerry go?
He said he’d be right back,
But, isn’t that what they all say?
I have not seen him since 1962,
Dan Johnson
© 2008
~W~
~Butch
So many of us went into that war...all of us, who came back, did so changed forever...some of us, forty years later are still trying to find what we lost. While we function well in most cases and outwardly appear unscathed, inside, there is a hole, an abyss, a missing piece that cannot be found or filled. Outstanding piece of work here.
One that I will remember and ponder! Superbly written!
Love,
ET
Poor Jerry's body came back
But I guess he left his mind back there
where he will never return
A Heartfelt Piece Dan
Peace be with you and Jerry
William
Hugs, Myrna
Semper Fi
Georg
Ted
Newfie Hugs, Rose
learned it, there are no winners in war. We can always wish for
that miracle for Jerry. =gene.
What an indictment of our insane world.
“He can now tie his shoes,
dress himself, and oh yes,
multiply by his 2’s..."
Also especially liked:
Only the best would earn such recognition,
So off they went to rice fields, and burning fields,
and thousands of young soldiers were the body bag yield.
I had five cousins, along with myself, in the army during Vietnam so this poem definitely struck a chord. One came back in a body bag. The other two who went to Vietnam came back unwounded but utterly changed. I wrote a poem about one of them that I'll post. - David