From Vietnam Veterans Against the War, http://www.vvaw.org/veteran/article/?id=4130
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I remember the scent of the lotus
blossoming under the bridge at
Trang Bang, more than the stench
of the bodies crumpled along the
bank. I remember Lonny waking
from a dream as he lay beside me
on a night listening-post, more than
his half-breaths as he bled out
waiting for the medevac to come.
I remember the leeches I burned off
my legs with a cigarette's ember,
more than the embers of the hootch
I burned with the angry flick of
my hand. If I could fill this body
that each day ferries me through
this world with only the moments
I love, these would be among them.
For my life isn't like a boat, or a river,
but these memories I carry inside me
as I tread upstream or downstream
toward tomorrow—these remembrances
I cherish more than the traumatic ones
that each day I must endeavor to forget.
—rg cantalupo (aka Ross Canton)