by William Karry Kent
He comes in from work
all dusty and tired
another day in the pits
and lardy is he wired?
He goes to his back porch
opens the frig
he prays it won’t take him
to another Viet Nam ridge
he sips on a cold one
and settles right down
that’s when Jim Martin
let’s out that wild sound
Charles’ to the left
bullets flying wild
friends falling dead
more mother’s gonna cry
he’s back in the day
back in that time
where nothing makes sense
there’s no reason nor rhyme
he’s soaking wet
when he opens his eyes
again he has visited
where many boys died
oh, he got a medal
some others got a grave
he killed many a fella
his company he couldn’t save
so he still lives those days
and prays its end tonight
so he can find his old buddies
which would make things alright
but the next day he’s at work
waiting on quitting time
another case of Budweiser
will his wish come down the line?