It's just one day now to Christmas and the heartaches have begun.
Spending Christmas in a war zone is not my idea of fun.
I've been busy keeping peace round here but no one cares for me ,
So I'm hoping there maybe an end to this hostility .
I'm thinking of the old folks and of the little ones as well .
I'm sitting here in a dug out that I call a living hell .
It's hot as hell this Christmas and Santa is in a disguise.
All the reindeers have gone AWOL and sure that is no surprise .
If I could be a bird I would fly far away from this place,
but from this hole I cannot fly,
I just stare out into space .
Santa all I want for Christmas is some peace so I could be ,
part of the tradition that makes up the human family.
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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on November 7, 2003
A most outstanding and very powerful and touching write!
~Nikki~
Paul, this is a piece that goes to my heart. I celebrated Christmas of 69, sitting on a bunker on a hill west of Danang, watching red and green tracers arc across the heavens.
Outstanding write here.
~Nikki~
Outstanding write here.