“Who is she?” The policeman asked as he stood next to her feet.

“Just another homeless woman who died here in the street.”


“Does she have any friends or family?” he asked reeling from the smell.

“Not that anyone knows,” came the answer…”not that anyone can tell.”


“I hear she was a nurse in Vietnam”…another person said stopping to stare.

“She never said but I always wondered…what happened to her there.”


"But that war ended over 40 years ago!” the young policeman said,

“Surely there’s another reason this woman lies here dead!”


“There has to be another explanation…there’s got to be something more…

How can this old homeless woman be a casualty of that war?”


A man in tattered khakis limped over to the crowd

He saluted the homeless woman then stood up tall and proud…


“We hear a lot about men like me and Vietnam.” he said 

“The horrors…the way we were treated…and it’s all true…

but forgotten are the he nurses who took care of us…

and the traumas they went through.” 


“There is a painful truth about war…how its memories transcend…

“and just because a war is over…doesn’t mean the battle ends."


“Some of us can’t forget the agony and our pain…we can’t conceal.

“In some of us the suffering continues…some wounds will never heal.”


“Who was she another passerby asked?”

The policeman’s stood up proud and resolute.

She was a woman…a nurse…a soldier!” he said…


and he gave her a salute.


a man's living nightmare

Stormy, stormy ships quietly love a cold, lively sail. 

Carrying soldiers who arrived at the land knowing that war never prevails.
The world didn't want this battle.
Yet our ignorance sent our men into a different angle. 
Thousands of bodies fill the entire shore. 
These men fell hard, like rain onto the mainland. 
Come take quickly! Guns of the dead and boots galore! 
Might as well coat our blood on to your enemy's hand. 
War consists of destroying the enemy until they surrender
But what we never think about is how the world would be like after 
People back at home are happy that we won using our bombs
Yet they'll never know what it means to fight in the middle of a hell known as Vietnam 
Soldiers go home, after watching their friends die
They feel the warmth of their families but could never find that true peace of mind 
These men stand still as they watch the mothers of the deceased cry
And its because they're having a hard time finding tears that once left them blind
Celebrations fill the lands of the winners, 
While the enemy suffers from destruction full-scale. 
The most faithful people were turned into sinners 
because of a war that will never prevail.  

Uncivil War

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Masses massacred.
Was there ever a Civil War?
Are all wars
barbaric, uncivil?
Many would argue
that wars to free slaves, the war
to fight Hitler, wars to be freed
of colonial invasion, the battle of
Kurukshetra (the battle of the Bhagavad
Gita) are necessary
despite the mass slaughter of
civilians, soldiers, animals,
forests. Whatever ones opinion,
the leaders of great religions
such as Buddha, Jesus, Krishna
teach universal nonviolence.




My great grandfather fought for the Union Army in the Civil War...

My grandfather caught malaria from the invasion of Cuba in the Spanish American War

His death left his children without a father.

One of my uncles had a brain operation, a consequence of being in WW2..  Another was in the D Day  invasion.

My father from a forced Japanese encephalitis 'vaccine' shot given to soldiers in Asia

contracted a 107 degree temperature and died from Parkinson's Disease.

My husband for many years had pain from the shrapnel in his leg while in the Korean War.

3 of my brothers in law,  several cousins and a nephew served in the military.

2 friends died of Agent Orange effects.   One has still after 120 days not gotten help

from the Veterans' Administration in bathing her husband... he is unable to walk from Agent Orange. 


-saiom shriver-

If any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied.


Rudyard Kipling  wrote these lines after his son whom he had pushed

into war..... died


(My father never lied to me. But many fathers have forced their sons into the military.)

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