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					| One foot lies still in the raucous past, Evoking sweet and sour memories of lifetimes last.
 One foot lies on the threshold of the future
 Bogged down there, forget the optimistic adventure.
 
 One foot long ago an imprint casts,
 An expenditure of history's devastating blasts,
 Shadows of men no more than bestial creatures.
 Tied to ancient divestiture a soul captures.
 
 From blackened orange in men yet screaming,
 In jungle green, vibrant, horrid past, still dreaming?
 Go quiet mid turmoiled dye to that fatal rest
 Foggy death will attest.
 
 Young boys who suffered a greenstick fractured past,
 Up and down life's rollercoaster quickening fast,
 Yield to minds and souls devastating forfeiture.
 Soar above worlds whose very skies enrapture.
 
 Nature makes of a warrior's soul indentures,
 Forevermore in wonderment of Holy Scriptures,
 Of deeds with meaning monumental to the past,
 By and by finitely aghast.
 
 One foot has walked through the valley of hells,
 Led by forces of hatred to places Satan dwells,
 Sent to route out his evil designs,
 To quell memory of one foot caught in violent times.
 
 Forever in faded literature, war's a hoary picture,
 So this young man's venture,
 Bondage binding as a corded ligature,
 Swallowed good life much as a vulture.
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					| By 
					Gary Jacobson Copyright 2002
 Listed 
					September 9, 2010
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								About 
								Author... 
								In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co 
								2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat 
								infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple 
								Heart.
 Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he 
								hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by 
								a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are 
								full of silver threads that rise inside them as 
								the moon grows large." So Gary says he 
								writes because "It is that these silver 
								threads are words poking at me � I must let them 
								out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot 
								bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate 
								those who haven't the foggiest idea about the 
								effect that the horrors of war have on 
								boys-next-door."
 
					
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