It’s Day Twenty at NaPo where the prompt challenged me to write a poem that recounts a historical event.
Who Won?
Some people think we,
the USA,
won every battle during
the war in Viet Nam.
When attrition
and body count mean more
than maneuver and tactic,
When pawns are used as bait,
it’s chess, not real life.
Has the Army ever
told the truth
at the first chance given?
Classmate Tom, only 20 when drafted
and forced to war
died in the battle Xa Cam My,
near Saigon, Viet Nam,
on the 11th day of April 1966.
In-country only three weeks,
along with nearly 40 of his mates,
many others butchered and maimed
for life—they now can barely tell the story.
Was it the short artillery fire,
the cleverness of the Vietcong,
the foolishness of the USA officers?
Attack after attack by the VC brought more
American blood to earth and more death, until—
not so mercifully, Charley decided
to move on and to fight another day.
Nine years later Saigon fell
and Viet Nam became
one country and America’s
government found other things
to lie about.
Like in 1966 when Private Tom
and 35 virtual strangers died
in a forbidden foreign place
fighting for his Purple Heart
and Combat Infantry Badge.
Twenty years—where did they go?
Twenty years, and for what?
The tag on my shirt says
“Made in the Socialist
Republic of Viet Nam.”
Look both ways and wonder, will it ever be over?
Ignore the gaps at your own peril
so you can go back home in a metal box and declare victory,
or at least the promised “honorable peace.”
Note: While the reference in the poem to 20 years is the full duration of the US involvement in the Viet Nam conflict, it is also the age of my classmate when he was killed. The Battle of Xa Cam My was 58 years ago.