NAM 2

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 09/18/2022
Created 08/01/2005
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Big bird on high
 
Big bird on high, carry me nigh, before I die
 Standing guard at night and watching the big planes
  Diving in and out of Tango Sierra Nevada air base
 
A person could tell it was the world’s busiest airfield in the world
 The big birds carried men in and out and while a few wanted in
  The rest of us just wanted out
 
What I wouldn’t give to be on that one, flying home
 Away from this war, away from this hell, free at last
  No more army, no more death
 
But you don’t watch the birds for long, you keep alert for Charlie
 Back three weeks ago, I got the guard with this guy
  He had ten days to go
 
He watched the big planes dive in and out, and while he was watching
 Charlie slipped up and cut his throat
  I killed Charlie, three rounds in the chest.
 
But Joe was dead
 
So you don’t watch the planes for long cause you can die from it
 Nobody wants to go home in a bag,
  Everyone wants to hop on one of those big birds
 
Big bird on high, carry me nigh, before I die
 


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KOLKOREKOLKOREabout 16 years ago
Heating a similar cord

I remember such a bird myself. Different time different place. In some way all wars hit a similar cord. You; your life; your death? Your friends. The birds.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
SEA

Sorry about your memories of time past. I was there. I know what it means. I could see it in your submission. Nonetheless, despite what it meant to you the actual poem was only so-so. People will rally to support you. As they should. But that does not make it poetry.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
I was lucky

Spent four years on and off the coast of 'Nam so I didn't have to put up with the horror, Just the bullshit, boredom, long days of naval gunfire support, and plane guarding the carriers. Your poem is well spoken and with feeling. Ronnie W.

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Talealmost 19 years ago
the ride

deaf from a birds hum...singing a favorite song...hoping you make it home. I am enjoying this series, two thumbs up for pt II (~_~)

LeBrozLeBrozalmost 19 years ago
And Again

A somber remembrance

in the tale never ending

of never ending war

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