Later, Depressed, angry, isolated and staring blankly

over the brown, dry and desolate rice paddy

where I had ordered the kill,

I watched my soul, a never regained part of me,

fly with wings, not those of an angel.

but as a dark and sad object

wondering how this could ever have happened.
 

 

First Lieutenant Thomas Saal, U.S.M.C 3rd Battalion,

5th Marines, his War in Vietnam (1967-1968)

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