Faye Sizemore

THE RED PEN

What did you say…?
His story you would hear
Sixty-eight was the year…

Blood and guts and gore…
not just another average war
Hail the passing of the days of yore

Goodbye to the enemies he has slain
He knows no remorse or shame
… for carrion crows their bodies were lain

Cast not your eyes in his direction
or lean toward him with affection
or you will cry to hear of his action

The deeds were done… and now that he is mad
In this place, He is neither happy nor sad
He is allowed pen and paper, which makes him glad

He can never see any peace for him in sight…
so he dips his pen into memories` inkwell
and in still flowing blood… he begins to write…

A tale of horror, too terrible almost to tell
… of battles and brothers and fires of Hell

Chapter one……… Timeline 1968……… Vietnam…