Lou J. Klaiber

THE SPRING OF ‘67

Anger!
hard drinkin’
fists
against a nation without honor
warring against warriors:
(who rode Maguire rigs out the canopy in Cambo and Laos)

my brothers fallen
wounded (stay behinds)
disabled in a Nam
of selfish mediocrity (snoop and poops)

… and a beautiful girl
walks into my life
… dark eyes
and all surrounded by light.

Thirty-four years (for an old Laydog)
is a moment when America
smiled
gave a soldier a precious gift… (Khmer Serei gift)

Gift of love (I want to Sky)
honor… and other things
he did not feel (Soldier… ‘dinky dao’)

that He deserved!

Her eyes speak!
They say now, as they did then!

Welcome Home Soldier!
Welcome Home…!