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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (5626)3/27/2000 10:47:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 13016
 
I was no warrior
I didn't shoot, search, destroy.
But I was witness to the abominations,
Becoming atheist in the midst of war."

~Pauline Hebert

Pauline Hebert was a Captain in the U.S. Army Nurse Corps at the 12th Evacuation hospital in Cu Chi Vietnam from January thru December 1968. She earned a Master of Science in Nursing and a PH.D. in Education from the University of Connecticut, before retiring from the Veterans Affairs Nursing Service in 1990. The following poems are from a work in progress called "Golden Empire". This term was the radio call designation used by the 25th Infantry's Huey Choppers flying Med Evacs to and from the 12th Evacuation hospital.

INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

I am as speechless today
as he was then. I too have had my tongue
Severed from my throat. My eyes
Will not let me forget
His eyes watching me,
Waiting for me to faint
From the horror of his face
Blasted away, bone shorn from skull
As the butcher's cleaver hacks
A chicken breast apart.

Fast as I pump that suction pump
He bleeds faster
Hemorrhages
Suffocates
Drowns in his own blood.
Fully aware of my role as his Savior,
His eyes never leave my face.
I'll never know
Whether he would've rather died that day,
If given a choice.

We never asked.

echonyc.com
This issue is dedicated to those Americans who fought in Vietnam and in memory of those who lost their lives in that war
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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (5626)3/28/2000 12:46:00 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 13016
 
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

Anna M. Uhlich

they are too, they're sea green