Thursday, May 16, 2013

Cloud-muffled Moon ((A Short Poetic Prose War Tale) (a true account while in Vietnam, 1971))

The heavily armed Vietnamese village was somewhat dug in, not far
       from our base camp and the South China Sea—
It was a cloud-muffled moon evening that slightly lit the night sky;
I had snuck in—a hundred rifles, a few machineguns waiting,
       should I show my  Caucasian Irish face—;  I’d leave in the Morning: I had just snuck in for the fun of it, to see if I could, and
       have a night of it, to perk up my adrenaline. I could have been
Court Marshaled, I suppose, it was against all the rules.
Not a wise decision—yet silently I jumped the high barbwire fence
It all mattered on timing.
The Vietcong ruled the village by night, the South Vietnamese Army
       by day…it was always that way.
This evening the Vietcong were everywhere—
However, this was not the real danger, so I felt, it was the guard
        towers in the morning I’d have to overcome—
Manned by our friendly Vietnamese, not the enemy, but they could
       and most likely would, mistake me as an enemy, an infiltrator
       armed to kill—or shoot me just for a thrill—it was not
       uncommon; actually they’d simply be lost to think otherwise.
I wanted to party, in the off-limit village, find a girl, and have a
And I did, I did just that, drank, and ate some dog-meat soup and
       drank until I passed out…

The ground was soft in the morning dew, pressing up against the
       high barbwire fence—at the cue of the moon disappearing: the
       grey morning lifting; hence, I reached to the edge of the top:
“Don’t move,” my mind whispered, and I froze in one spot, half bent
       over the prickly fence—
I must have blended into the moment, the guard’s eye, in the tower
       nearby, not irritated with my slow moving sequences, did not
       catch my planning—thus, I rolled over the prickly top of the   
       fence, and once I landed on the soft ground, I left no shadow as
       daylight broke…

I must have been in those far-off days, a cat with nine lives, or else
       God was saving me for something else…!

#3804 (April 2 & 3, 2013)