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MY LAI 16 MAR 68
By Horace Coleman
[Printer-Friendly Version] With apologies to the Beatles:
- It was 30 years ago one day,
- when the "band" began to play . . . .
MY LAI
16 MAR 68
- We lied and they died.
- In a ditch of a tomb
- carved from gloom and
- burnished with brutality.
- In a reality, uber alles,
- of military follies.
- Four hours of chattering
- guns and metal teeth
- scattering Mais and flowers.
- Shattering the blind, crippled,
- crazy, fat, skinny or lazy.
- Eight (or less) to eighty, we didn't mind.
- Though it isn't kind to remind.
- Just patriots doing our best
- to lay "enemy" souls to rest.
- Like Wounded Knee, you see.
- Or, Ft. Pillow where willows wept.
- We've done it before-
- and will some more.
- We did our duty of kicking bootie.
- The village called Pinkville
- is Nowheres and NoThinkville.
- One of those places "victory" was
- splattered on our faces.
- Dead or alive, gooks don't matter.
- The "specialist," corporal,
- sergeant, lieutenant, captain,
- major and colonel Calleys
- never hide in alleys.
- So, we say with pride:
- "Hooray for our side!"
- Horace Coleman
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