Genre: Life
Eighteen,
hot summer in Kentucky
we marched the hills
like soldiers do
counting cadence
counting days
counting ways to kill
shouting ways to kill
eighteen is young
shaved head and black boots
spit shined like a mirror
Vietnam in front of us
high school prom behind us
kill little men in pajamas
screamed the big monster sergeant
never seen one before
I trembled
that hot summer day
been trembling ever since.
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