Khe Sanh 2008 (WRITTEN UPON MY SON’S RETURN FROM A COLLEGE TRIP TO VIETNAM WHERE HE VISITED MY DIGS)
THEY GROW COFFEE NOW…
WHERE SANDBAGS COVERED MY COMMO SITE.
THEY GROW COFFEE NOW…
WHERE YOUNG MARINES WERE WAITING TO FIGHT.
THEY GROW COFFEE NOW…
WHERE DUSTOFFS WERE CIRCLING TO LAND.
THEY GROW COFFEE NOW…
WHERE THE WOUNDED GRUNTS BLOOD RAN.
HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR MIDNIGHT SWEATS ….
WITH ONE LUMP OR TWO ?