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That First Night in Viet-Nam
In the old French barracks, shelvings of cots
No ventilation – that was for officers
The night was hot, wet; sleep was difficult
No one knew anyone or anything
A siren. Life paused. Should we do something?
We barefooted outside in our skivvies
Hot. Silent. Still. Stuffy. Respirations
Is this a false alarm? Is it over now?
BLAM!
Boom. BOOM! Boom-boom-boom-boom. BOOM!
And during a pause
a small voice said, “I don’t think they want us here.”
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