Nancy L. Meek


We can’t believe we’re really here…
the blood, the guts, our virgin fear,
napalm bombs, relentless rain,
feeling that we’ve gone insane,
the numbness growing over time
to help us brave this senseless rhyme,
starving, naked children, doe-eyed, wet,
death’s vile stench we won’t forget,
our need to kill, our stronger will to live,
our insides shaking, the all we give,
the eleven months left to survive this hell,
letters from home, praying we’re doing well.