In the middle of the night I dream
Into the deep, dark void I go
Faces flash across the screen of my mind
Corpses rise up with their wicked smiles
Hills and valleys so lush and green
Look for a spot to slip away
Lawerence E. Mize
a deep, dark, foreboding dream.
One of men and places long since past
of a country doomed to breathe its last.
to revisit the friends I know.
Hoff with his acne scarred face
Febo with his smile to fill all space.
bringing back the hurt of a lifetime.
I review all the evil I've seen
all the death caused by man's machines.
bloated and decaying they rot in piles.
Waiting for the transport of those few last miles
whose left to speak for them...the ones we never saved?
Vietnam so beautiful...so evil, so mean.
I sense the end is coming near
clutch onto the life I hold so dear.
escape...escape to dream another day.
A Co. 2/501 101 Airborne Division
Dec. 1967-Dec. 1968
Airmobile