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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 [1971], 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:
Part One
Vietnam: Guard Duty at Dusk
�I paced along the wired fence Quietly all night; There was no stars, no moon
Just timid darkness for my light�/P>
I glanced from tree to tree I glanced from bush to bush I saw a shadow moving
That never said a word:
“Halt, who goes there?�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 watched—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 tarry� So I said, once and for all: “Clasp your hands against the fence,
Or they’ll find you dead tomorrow!�/P>
I dreamed about that evil night Now crowded with the dead; War is not all love and laughter
—he never clasped his hands!
#645 5/2005
Part Two
Vietnam: The Frightful Fool (Dedicated to the Los Andes Students)
“This is not a game,�I said And he quivered his looks away; All the schooling he has in his head, Will do for another day� “Run and hide,�I cried; The rockets whistle, isn’t for school.
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