~ A Wind of Memories ~

In my dreams I walk the path up the hill
Where a mother and child lie
It’s the same hill where thirty years ago
I sat and watched them die

The wind blows softly
through the canyons of my mind
And on that wind are sights and sounds
I cannot leave behind

On the wind comes
the gut retching sound
Of a VC smashing a babies head
into the ground
                             
I still feel today the rage I felt then
when to my team I did tell
I’M SENDING THAT BASTARD
STRAIGHT TO HELL!

 I centered the cross hairs
on his still smiling ugly face
Squeezed the round off and terminated him
From the so called Human Race

Sadly, before my round
reached his head
Both mother and child
lay dead
           
In my dreams I walk the path that leads up the hill
Where mother and child lie
It’s the same hill where for thirty years
in my dreams I sit and cry


Ernie Smiling Hawk
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