Rhymes of an Ordnance Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
By Dennis Siluk
Rhymes of an Ordnance Man
[Vietnam War: 1971]
An eleven part poem
By Dennis L. Siluk
I had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived. I was asked recently at a lecture [question and answer] at a University in Peru, Huancayo, at the Los Andes, Language Center, how I liked it. Most of the students expected me to be down right rigid with my remarks, I think. But the first thing that came to mind was, '...war is a high," and so I expressed that to the students, they were a ting surprised. And so in this poem I try to outline a few of the more normal occurrences, and include the highs one may find in everyday soldiering in a war area:
Vietnam: Guard Duty at Dusk
â€?I paced along the wired fence
Quietly all night;
There was no stars, no moon
Just timid darkness for my lightâ€?/P>
I glanced from tree to tree
I glanced from bush to bush
I saw a shadow moving
That never said a word:
â€œHalt, who goes there?â€?I cried. But he
Never heard me, I wondered why (?)
Oh, I called him several times,
As I walked the path alone;
And I watched and watchedâ€”but
Never saw the foliage move.
I ordered him against the fence
The sorry skies were dark like flint;
He heard the click from my rifle go
And cried like a morbid child.
O, I had no time to tarryâ€?
So I said, once and for all:
â€œClasp your hands against the fence,
Or theyâ€™ll find you dead tomorrow!â€?/P>
I dreamed about that evil night
Now crowded with the dead;
War is not all love and laughter
â€”he never clasped his hands!
Vietnam: The Frightful Fool
(Dedicated to the Los Andes Students)
â€œThis is not a game,â€?I said
And he quivered his looks away;
All the schooling he has in his head,
Will do for another dayâ€?
â€œRun and hide,â€?I cried;
The rockets whistle, isnâ€™t for school.