Requime to My Youth

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Have you ever seen a rainbow that left you speechless and in utter awe? Have you ever looked up toward the sky at night and seen a star that twinkled and glittered and made you feel the texture and sensation of the immensity of space and all that lays beyond? Have you ever wondered and even marveled at the significance of you?

REQUIEM TO MY YOUTH

By Al Garcia

Have you ever seen a rainbow that left you speechless and in utter awe?  Have you ever looked up toward the sky at night and seen a star that twinkled and glittered and made you feel the texture and sensation of the immensity of space and all that lays beyond?  Have you ever wondered and even marveled at the significance of you? 

Have you ever walked barefoot along a country road?  Have you ever felt the sun so close that you could almost feel it melting every inch of you?  Have you felt the fresh cold water of a mountain stream as it twists and curls and curves its way down a mountain side?  Have you ever heard the wind or seen the Moon as it fades away before the dawn of day? 

Life is not always about the hardships and the sorrows that we encounter along our journey to the final destination.  Nor do tears or fears obstruct the vistas and the spectacles that we see and glimpse that boggles our mind and overwhelms and staggers our senses and imagination.  And regrets and disappointments do not erase the lessons learned nor the emotions felt that linger beyond the broken hearts or broken promises.

Growing up came much too fast for me, and for so many of my friends.  One day we were young and naïve and anxious to meet life head on.  The next we felt we had lived too long, for we had seen so much and felt the inside of our souls scooped up and tossed away.  One day were care-free and young.  And the next we were carrying the body of a friend our age from a battlefield somewhere, some place, that we had never heard about before.

Life is ever-changing and readjusting and always modifying.  When we were soldiers in Vietnam, we always thought back to life as it used be.  To seeing rainbows that left us speechless.  To seeing stars that astonished us.  Most of us Valley boys thought about walking barefoot on country roads and open fields as kids, and feeling the cool earth beneath our feet.  We remembered cool fresh streams where we fished or where we waded in our bare feet that made us feel alive.  And some us, especially on lonely nights, as we looked to the sky and saw the moon beginning to descend behind the mangrove trees, recalled the sound of the wind as it blew across the fields of grass back home.  And once again, it was the dawning of another day, and tomorrow would bring again a lonely night, and only memories of a place so far away.  It was good to be able to remember the good these things and the other things that had made memories in our minds.

Life in Vietnam was about fighting and dying for sure.But it was also about young boys and young men finding anything and everything to keep the feeling of life alive.  And although our lives had been short up to then, we had tasted and savored the essence of what could be.  We lived for the moment, hoping we would be able to live a lifetime.

Unfortunately, some were unable to keep their promise to live and experience the fullness of their lives.  Unfortunately, some of us have lived to remember and to relive the memories and the recollections of what happened so long ago. 

This is a requiem to my youth and to my friends that I left behind.  This is my heart shedding a tear for the loss of our youth and the loss of our friends.  We grew up so fast.  We had no choice.  Many of us died so young.  We had no choice.  And many of us can never forget.  We have no choice.


Submitted: June 01, 2021

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