THE LORD WAS ANYTHING BUT MY SHEPHERD
BY Joan M. Lynch
Vietnam Vetís Widow
Ignorance of my enemy was my Shepherd.
The Military Brass was my Lord.
Rest, peace and food was all I ever wanted but did not get.
I was led to green jungles, rice paddies, booby traps, land mines and grenades.
I was led beside the still waters of doom and death,
All in the name of the good OlíU S of A.
Yes, though I and my buddies walked through the sprayingsof the valleys and rivers
with the Shadow of Agent Orange all around us,
Nine out of ten came home physically alive.
For my issued rifle and ammo were there to comfort me.
The Military Brass gave us a police action to oversee
that ended in a war in the presence of our enemy, the North Vietnamese;
They anointed my head with blood from all of my fallen comrades
filling our cup of guilt of survival up and over flowing.
Surely, the ignorance of not knowing my enemy shall haunt me
all the days of my life and those of us who survived
Will dwell in the land of horrors and memories of unforgiveness forever.
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