HE'S STILL IN NAM - by T.D. Bumppo, 1990
My brother is still in Nam.
The jungles have swamped his morals. He's still in Nam.
He can't escape the dregs of war, the nightmares of lying face down in the mud,
In his dreams the bombs still fall, the bullets kill, and his mortality is still subject to He moves in that jungle, about to be bombed, and prepared to die in his own hellish nightmare. He's still in Nam.
"I remember one night, perhaps I had gone too far. Maybe God didn't want me to go no further, wanted me to live, tell about it, write about what he had to watch us do. I know now he cried, it was never raindrops fallin'. No, there ain't that much rain to ever fall."
THE TIME (i remember)
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