Three Names on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
Sprayed ground meat: the only remains from them, ― outside my memories. Together: we laughed and cried and boasted about future dreams with beautiful wives, and children. Never again. Red and Green Mosaic: the jungle leaves with their splattered blood flowed like my mourning tears; I knew: None will ever drink a beer, nor own a house, nor meet his future wife, or hold their babies to nurture through little league through wellness and sickness to attend prom and college and make grandchildren. Never again. ( They only wanted to give those war torn children candies, knowing future Dads should practice loving them, Unknowing, ― that here: Children were often wired as bombs to explode.) Never will they have a birthday. or reach the age of twenty or vote, ― for the first time. Never again. I still cry... by James A. Porter