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This is a place of remembrance. . . . . . . .
  WAR PAINT
Dark Moon Rising (1966)
Night
comes weeping and wailing
as darkness drags the trail
toward a village of tears.
........children dragged
...screaming
and nailed to a wall
.............wailing and
weeping,
and all destroyed.
Our promise to them
not kept.
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Silence!
tight lipped...,
bloodlust and anger.
..stone cold eyes ........ are the
blue hatred of the killing.
Night becomes a dark moon rising
unto death,
and short bursts of fire......,
knives,
final screams of an enemy
falling
away
toward the prayer of dawn.
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Nothing remains of me
..that was ever young.
Something died within.
I move slowly and
forever within,
...day by day.
..............far into the valley of souls,
hungry for death
and the feast of war.
The scars fester,
deep and unseen,
bleeding,
year after year.
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Revenge is a long trail of sorrow
beneath a dark moon
rising
within the very tears
of the soul.
..............yet I would choose that path
again,
...for all the children,
Christlike!
.......dying upon the cross of Vietnam.
Children,
......crucified!
©CALIBER.....1 5 03
{LJKlaiber}
We will soon need all of our energy to support the efforts of our
fine military today.
One of them asked me to condense my thoughts as to why war was
necessary. After much struggle and debate within myself, I came up
with this,...all I could say.
I HATE WAR
I LOVE PEACE AND FREEDOM
YET I WOULD NOT GIVE UP MY FREEDOM
FOR PEACE
I WOULD GIVE UP PEACE
AND GO TO WAR AGAIN
OF THE TWO
I LOVE FREEDOM
MORE.
©CAL {LJKlaiber}
1/6/2003
Do You Know Me?
Do you know me; I`m the wind
The moon, the sun, the rain
Neither foe or friend
I am the mental strain.
Do you know me; I`m the doubt
The memories, the dreams, the pain
Neither enemy or brother
I am the subject and struggle is in vain.
Do you know me; I`m the fear
The sickness, the screams the arcane
Neither the reaper nor a physician
I am your anguish; youre increasing pain.
Do you know me; I`m diabetes
The sores, the missing limbs, the gore
Neither a devil nor your savior
I AM WAR!
©David Alexander
January 6, 2003
In Country... Discoveries
Left Vietnam again today mate
only thirty two years too late
The night is as invisible as ever...
but there are more shadows
The daylight is filtered green now as then..
but the green is grey
Found my youth...
and it was ancient
Found my heroes...
but they are eternal ghosts
Found old friends...
when they were new
Found the future...
alive
with birth pains of the past
Found today... and it is forever
©Anthony W. Pahl
08 January 2003
Long Ago.... Today
Somewhere
within a dream
there is a bird that remembers
me. (drumbeat)
....and within the bird
I found a dream
of a man
facepainted, and gone to war
never to return. (drumbeat)
I remember him
as I dream away my life
in old age. (drumbeat
He watches me as I sleep
reminds me
when I weep
of why he chose to stay . (drumbeat)
...and why we shall be
together again
....once again and forever
when I die......, (drumbeat)
My youth and I!
©LJKlaiber 1/10/03
Hit Your Knees And Pray
The swords are drawn
all across the world
...and darkness owns the dawn.
Stand again my Brothers
and salute the young
who go forth
so very far from home
to protect
and defend
the promise of Liberty!
Stand once more
for them....As young and strong as we once were.
Stand!
as never before my friends. Stand tall!
May God have mercy upon us,
and may freedom ring
the grand old bell of liberty
again
...and again
Forever!
©LJKlaiber 1/10/2003
 SKY SOLIDERS
Once again the there are rumors of war,
Bugles calling, sound of boots marching
Soldiers are gathering from around this land
Marines and Navy and Air Force and Army
All are now answering their countries lastestcall
Off by themselves , away from it all
Small bands of Soldiers, Sky Soldiers all
They check their ruck and they check their gear
They hear whispers of nights long past
They see fleeting shadows where none should be
Places in the distant past , now come to their minds
Normandy, Bastonge, Korea ,Laos and Cambodia
Other far away names are now recalled, Viet Nam
Names long since gone, Hammer and Anvil
Ferret ,Texas and Maine are some more from the past
Idaho and Krait and Viper as well
Phoenix and Delta and Sog are some more,
Bright lights and Recondo and Old Blue are still true
They will fall thru the Dark Moonless nights
In harms way they will land their job they must do
Fighting soldiers falling from the Sky,
Sky Soldiers fighting for you and I
Many will die in those dark unknown skies
Leaving behind their children and wives
We give you our men this nation to defend
Knowing full well we may never see them again
All that we ask is that you give them their due
Small bands of Sky Soldiers dying for me and for You.
©Rebecca SaraAnne Walking Sparrow
Fact Of War
If the soldiers
are marching off to war
and we at home
did not carry on as before
would it not cancel out
what they are fighting for?
It would not be the same
for their efforts would be in vain
©Faye Sizemore 1/11/03
A Piece of Me
I discovered the other day
I had lost something along the way.
A piece of me is missing
A piece for which I have been reminiscing.
Oh its nothing you can see
A part that had but one plea.
Do the best that you can do
Bring as many home as you can with you.
The part seems to have lost its way
For I remember that once with me it did stay.
But it seems that somewhere I know not where
It just fell off and to find it I do not dare.
Maybe it was the first brother that I lost
Or could it have been the eight what a terrible loss.
Just do the best that you can do
Bring as many home as you can with you.
Too many still laying cold in the ground
Some of them already dead when they were found.
A leader, is that what you think?
When you are twenty years old, a lot of things are out of sync.
I honestly did the best I could
No older men found to do the job, maybe they should
This part of me that I seem to have lost
Was those brothers lives, what a horrific cost.
I think I found the missing part
Yes, it a large scar hidden deep in my heart.
For now I see it for what it is
Regret, guilt, fear or dread, gee whiz.
I havent lost that part now I can see
But I sure wish that it was lost and would let me be.
I ask my men, brothers all to forgive
If they respond then maybe I can start to live.
©David R. Alexander
January 12, 2003
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| Many thanks to Ruby Beloz |
Sign Of The Times
Here I am living
in the land of the free,
where people fought
and some died for me.
I heard of a man who
erected a sign for the return
Of those lost across the sea.
Troubles he did arouse,
for they came to his house,
a complaint in the neighboorhood,
Said to take it down he should
Said that after February eleven,
His sign better be gone for good.
Do they not know, grass won`t grow
because of shame ,where it stood?
©Faye Sizemore 1/10/03
In support of Robert Seelbach of Franklin,Ohio
who errected a tribute sign on his property for POW-MIA`S
and has been told by the Zoning Board to take it down
Music Critique of World War III
{cont}
...and the very worst of all,
finale music had no melody
just the screams of the dying
the drone of war planes
Intermittent machine gunfire
sounds of grenades and bombs
and those dammed screams
just going on and on. . .
Absolutely nerve-racking,
Can not give good review. . . . .
©Faye Sizemore January112003
Heavy Boots
They say time is a river
and life is it's flow,
....where
does it go?
When the boots get heavy,
though a heart beats young,
....where
does it go?
The branches
are filled with quiet birds.
The wind......
is no more.
The Sun sets into an old Soldiers dream...,
.........the sleep of victory,
and then he wakes
no more.
Heavy Boots...resting
somewhere
in the memory
...of War.
©CALIBER
1 13 03
<  Stand To
In the silence and the waiting
in the hour before the dawn
demons and evil spirits,
among the mists of fear, take form
From grave-like, red mud trenches
where home is just a dream
Seep the wraiths of unformed terrors
and the silent need to scream.
The long shadows on the killing fields
move with the rising sun
And the only reality that is real
is the solid reality of the gun
Vision acuter and hearing sharper
than they have ever been
While waiting in silence, all alone,
with the silent need to scream.
Drenched in sweat and monsoon rains
with mouth as dry as death
Lungs and throat on fire;
reminders to gulp one more living breath
Unclean fingers caressing triggers
to kill the real and the unseen
An ounce of pressure to drive away
the silent need to scream.
In jungle-rotted combat boots,
white corpse-like feet feel naught
The gentle touch of the girl back home
is given not a thought
The sun ascends in the daytime sky;
the light seems new and clean.
Another dawn and the urge has passed
for the silent need to scream.
©Anthony W. Pahl
16 January 2003
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