For the Marine Corps grunts, the Snuffys, in the Southland of Vietnam, Riverine warfare in the Delta region took on many different shapes and forms. The coastal islands, mangrove and nipa-palm swamps, creeks, rivers,the bewildering maze of inland waterways, and the Vietnamese jungle, imposed an extraordinary military challenge.
There was a loud bang. Everyone screamed. We all knew they had come for us. And they were coming fast. We had to move to a safer place. We had to get out of there. 'Everyone, run and hide!' The old woman at the front of the room yelled. Something inside me told me that it wasn't going to be fine if we 'ran and hid'. We weren't going to survive this one. We heard more loud bangs. Then screaming from the outside as we all hurried to the door. There was a moment of silence as we all left the room into the long hallway. I grabbed my bag, then ran toward the small closet across the hall. No one else followed, nor grabbed their bags. I called for some of the others to come. They were too stupid. Or maybe they were just too scared. They all ran toward the hallway door. There wasn't anything for me to do. There wasn't any time.
They fled their homes to escape the Enemy. Now Hansol has to seek revenge on the men who killed his precious family members, though being a kid- it is a hard journey. Will the enemy ever leave?
The return of the soldier
Copyright River Dawson 2016
Sniping all day in the mountains
Till the explosion brought me down,
To find my mate in pieces
Lying on the ground.
I picked him up and prayed for him,
My rifle in the dust,
Knowing the feeling back home ain't good
They no longer care about us.
Airlifted out by chopper
Then hercules back home
Choking on aviation fumes
In your head you're all alone
Touching down at Brize Norton
I see the other plane
Ten airmen unloading coffins
Reawakens the pain.
Throwing kit onto the bus,
I silently take my seat
Knowing many others
Have someone at home to meet
Stepping onto the tarmac
In gently falling rain,
No one there for the sniper
No good woman to soothe the pain.
I sling my bergen on my back,
And back to my lonely room I go,
To try and rest my tortured mind
Get my spirits up from low.
Counting medals in velvet boxes,
I think of my mates wife
Meeting the other vehicle from Norton
She's lost half her life.
Then I meet a few friends in the bar
Line up drinks for the fallen
No one will ever touch those pints
Those dear friends are gone.
I just wished on once returning,
From a shithole over seas,
All shot up and scarred from war,
That there was someone there for me.
The love of a good woman,
Who came to meet the bus,
And I'd always make it home to her,
Nothing could separate us.
I'm not exactly sure what inspired me to write this rally cry for an army about to go into battle. I can say part of the speech was inspired by General Armistead's speech in the movie "Gettysburg" as he rallies his men during Picket's Charge. Another part was inspired by the speech Aragon gave before the final battle in "Return of the King" of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. So I hope you enjoy this and will check out some of my other writings!
It was a time of anger, disappointment, and most of all, hostility.
This was a war that would change not only the people, but the country as we know it. this was a war that start in enmity and end in enmity.
"Shall the inequities of events lay tyranny upon humanity"