The Boys In The Jungle.......
Sleeping or dozing off but rarely........
staring through the monsoon dark
The cold steel iron death ....a killing machine
laying across his legs ready for it's part
Two GI issue rain ponchos tied together
above them the only shelter around
He glances sideways at his buddy curled up
in a foxhole in the ground
The rain never stops .......he is entirely wet
his boots ......his socks rotting away
He's begun to see things in the mist .... moving.....
is his mind slipping away?
He could have taken the offer of an honor
guard in Washington D.C.
Instead he volunteers in the jungle gunning
for a enemy called V.C.
Taking off his helmet and lays a green towel
over his head to divert the rain
Just to keep his vision cleared and change
the hallucinatory game
In the dawn they will move again
in the rain......he begins to freeze
The Huey's will lift them out on a rope
dragging them through the trees
The man in the jungle ......watches a shadow
crawl across his boot
And wonders will the snake strike out
if it does he can't shoot
Today they lost seven men ...they put
the dog tags into their mouths
Thinking about their young faces he
looks at his compass and finds south
Having an unusual sense of direction
always knowing the way alone
As he dozes of in the jungle he
dreams of going home
My brother Al , my ultimate hero , signed onto two tours in the Marines in the previously unknown jungles of Viet Nam , The marines followed the French who followed the Chinese who followed ........whoever in the centuries of jungle mayhem . My brother turned sixty this year and says this slowly and evenly ," I remember it all ......like it was yesterday ", I'm sure he does and as I listen to him talk about not sleeping at night , I ask" Have you ever been checked for PTSD , ? " and he looks at me for a second and then avoids my eye's for a few minutes...........Every time I Iook at him , I can't help but see the boy in the jungle.........No,
actually , The Man in the jungle!