I Never Saw A Rainbow

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The sight of a rainbow after a rain is a beautiful and awe-inspiring sight. To see the infusion and precision of colors against the natural canvas of the sky, stirs the curiosity and awareness of nature’s power and splendor.

I NEVER SAW A RAINBOW

By Al Garcia

The sight of a rainbow after a rain is a beautiful and awe-inspiring sight.  To see the infusion and precision of colors against the natural canvas of the sky, stirs the curiosity and awareness of nature’s power and splendor.

During my tour in Vietnam, where only two seasons exist, I yearned for the changing of the seasons – the flowers of spring, the colors of Autumn, and the white winter landscapes of Colorado.  In Vietnam there was the rainy season (May to November), and the dry season (usually November to February). 

I was lucky.  I arrived during the dry season.  I was there to celebrate Tet, the Vietnamese New Year.  The rainy season followed soon after my arrival.  Constant tropical storms, typhoons and of course monsoons.  Daily heavy, but short-lived, downpours in the afternoons disrupted the hustle and bustle of the locals and the American military.  For me, it meant hot, wet and humid days, muddy boots, and sleepless sweaty nights. 

After the heavy rains or short showers that was part of our daily life during the rainy season, I never saw a rainbow.  All I ever saw was listless and dispirited people, whose faces showed the pain of war, and whose bodies reflected the burden of sorrow and loss. 

I traveled throughout the Mekong Delta, and cruised along the Mekong River on midnight forays with Special Force.  I flew to isolated outposts bordering Cambodia and Thailand, where American GIs looked down on beautiful valleys below, from their solitary and lonely fortified refuge on a mountain top.  I ventured to the outskirts of the U Minh Forest at the southern tip of the Mekong Delta with American and Vietnamese forces.  The word “U Minh” refers to something immense, very far and very deep.  And the forest was just that., immense, dense and deep.  The U Minh Forest was a Viet Cong hideout and the scene of constant American incursions and battles.  I even ventured out on the South China Sea with the Navy one day, with Sailors and Marines.  And during all these excursions, in all these places, I never saw a rainbow. 

All I ever saw was the consequence of war, wherever I looked.  And I thought to myself, why would nature even think of painting a rainbow on the shattered and demolished expanse of a sky filled with the smoke of exploding missiles, shells and bullets, and filled with the sound of people’s despair and defeat.  And if a rainbow were by chance to have appeared, how would the children know it was meant to sooth the human heart, and not a new American ploy to destroy the human body, spirit, and human soul? 

And in all the time, and days and places that filled my life in Vietnam, I never saw a rainbow.


Submitted: June 18, 2021

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LE. Berry

Love your descriptive A.

Fri, June 18th, 2021 7:20pm

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Booksie has exposed me to some very imaginative and talented writers. To have individuals like you read and comment on my work is very flattering indeed. Thank you.

Fri, June 18th, 2021 12:30pm

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