I Remember it was Back in the 'Nam

Jack DeVoss

I remember it was back in the 'Nam,

two klicks outside of Da Nang,
in that Godforesaken foxhole,

with the shells raining down,

and Charlie on the wire,

where I learned
the true meaning of Christmas.

Published by Jack DeVoss

Inprisoned in Madagascar for a crime he did not commit, Solo learned how to write poems from his cellmate, an old blind man. Paroled, he traveled to a monastery in the mountains of Myanmar where he studied t...  View profile

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