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We Aren't Ever Going Home (repost for all who remember and all who can forget) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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It is cold here in an endless night, easy to forget a jungle is a desert with too much rain, lonely now too much awareness from inner plains of memory, too little pain for all that happened, it could be said it should hurt more to be dead so far from home; fear too is cold, and in passing from all needs of life I thought we would leave fear, crushing weight of knowing we weren't leaving here in any way that could be understood; quiet now, not like endless tearing moments of fire and steel, I remember how what I thought was real became a child's dream; running, thinking I could hide anywhere inside this shadowed valley where we died as we were busy killing for no reason but for rage at being killed, at least no reason that survived; we are waiting, friends and enemies, each quiet with our own separate agenda, some around me I have recognized across what must be years since the jungle has returned, and there are trees where I once stood on blasted ruined ground mixed out of ashes, mud, debris and blood, shadow memories of fire's licking tongues without heat, soft recall of madness in this waking dream through which I pass awaiting understanding that may take me out of here, at last; cold, so very cold, sun's heat passes through me without stopping. I believe one day I will leave behind this place of green horror forgotten honor fertilized with death, where nothing was resolved, nothing lasting was attained, where our blood is slowly washed away every time it rains. ©2004, revised 2008, 2009, 2011, 2013, 2015 by icebox |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
This remembrance has stained many. "..running, thinking I could hide anywhere inside this shadowed valley where we died as we were busy killing for no reason but for rage at being killed, at least no reason that survived;.." ~Read softly, there is a soul-shattering truth to all you've capture here and in its entirety.. Bless-ed be, that elusive peace should find you, sir. ~d "..But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Written as only you can write it, icebox. Salute! |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Indeed - Thank you, icebox |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hell in the jungle will never leave those who were pushed into it and survived to relive the fire and brimstone of the pure hell which was 'Nam. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I So remember your story of Panzers, told as only you who live it over and over again. I reach out to touch your hand and say I understand.Jo |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...james |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
It is a masterpiece and brings shivers. Impressive and poignant. Warm hugs, dear Poet. Margherita |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
This one touched me deeply, icebox. Powerful words. Michael |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Salute! My friend --- USN 1961-1964 PacFlt j. |
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