Faye Sizemore


Memory rides a thundering steed
whose hooves strike lightening flashes
coming with strong gusts of wind
Rain streams down
bathing all with a wet red glow

Vietnam comes again to light
Artillery is in the thunder’s boom
The lightening flash holds enemy fire,
in the rain, the smell of jungle stench
and in the wind, cries of battle again

What makes a man brave
A soldier stands because… he is a soldier
My heart is pounding in my chest
My ears are filled with the sounds of fear…
…… and in my mind are the sounds of feet running…