A brother’s pain
My brother would never talk about his experiences in Vietnam in l969-70 until recently. He told us how only one aunt in the family seemed to understand the horrors he had been through by greeting him with a heartfelt, “I’m so glad you made it back OK.”
We were glad to have him back too, but didn’t realize how much he had been affected. He has shared a poem he wrote back then to express his pain and loss:
“This is for my friends and peers / Who gave beyond measure and no longer fear / The war, firefights, dying or death / In a faraway jungle they took their last breath / Who will answer for their death?”
Marilyn Gibbs
Arlington Heights
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