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Remembering '65 at 65 |
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It's been Forty years
and most of it is lost,
forgotten,
except in strange dreaming
and midnight fires
burning
in old age.
I was 25.
On a troopship ... (USS Eltinge)...
turning south from Treasure Island
to Long Beach
and the boys of Big Red One.
Ocean days
were like forever
it seemed...
... and we listened to
a radio and heard voices
from the 1st Air Cavalry Division
fighting somewhere alone
deep
... in the highlands.
loud voices...
... and the sounds of war.
Ia Drang... Nov 65.
3Corps was home for us
in a faraway place.
... days and days of Parrots Beak,
and Fishook,
... and high
Montagnard
places,
... and the Black Virgin Mountain,
... the �Nui Ba Den.'
and yet it is mostly,
... mostly,
forgotten.
As most of it ends
in my mind
today,
65 and 66
are just moments
in bits
and pieces,
somewhere
and not remembered at all.
�65'
at 65
is all just fading away.
So
whoever,
and wherever,
you are
Brothers...
Welcome Home!
Welcome Home to All! |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2005
Listed October 16, 2009 |
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