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A Collection of Poems by Dan Woods

This is a collection of the Poems about my feelings and times in war. I took up writing these a couple of years ago after the dreams and flashbacks came back after a long absence.  They are my way of trying to deal with it.  and are all my original works.

Daniel Woods  

A battery 2nd battalion 35th artillery – RVN – November 1968 – April 1970 WIA on April 18 1970 the day of my private hell.

DREAMS

The dream came again last night.
To remind me of it’s might.
A familiar dream I know well.
It reminds me of the gate to hell.

There are things inside of me
I will not let anyone in to see.
A beast that lives deep within.
I’ve been a witness to his sins.

No one knows just what I feel.
This burden spins like a wheel.
This beast can rise in my sleep.
I will wake up and start to weep.

This weight I’ll carry till the end.
No time on earth will let me win.
I will have to carry it all alone.
There is no road to get back home.

 

 

OUR HELL 

It was very dark that night. 

It was cold and starting to rain. 

When the radio cracked and said. 

Fire mission get out of the bed. 

 

We were running to the guns. 

That bad feeling was in the air. 

We knew what had to be done. 

The gooks were coming here. 

 

The radio cracked out again. 

Get ready they’re very near. 

The mortars were coming in. 

They were landing everywhere. 

 

Two and four were shooting flares. 

The fifties were starting to sing. 

We were shooting at everything. 

The jungle was alive and green. 

 

They were shooting RPG’s at us. 

One and six were burning up first. 

They were the closets to the wire. 

And that’s where it’s always worst. 

 

The gunner saw the R.P.G. first. 

It hit with a mighty big blast. 

Powder charges started to burst. 

It was an inferno to say the least. 

 

I remember pulling one man out. 

Another man helped me in vain. 

Men were wounded all about. 

Burning and hollering in pain. 

 

I knew that I had been hurt. 

But I really didn’t feel anything. 

I helped roll guys in the dirt. 

While firing with my M-16. 

 

I don’t know much after that. 

That’s when it all caved in. 

The war was hell that night. 

And hell, is a hell of a sight. 

 

 

A SIMPLE SOLDIER  

He was just a soldier is what we read. 

A good man has gone home today. 

A soldier has died is what was said. 

He has gone home with God to stay.    

 

God bless his family a special way. 

I know the pain that they must feel. 

It hurts inside to watch them grieve. 

It will take some time for them to heal. 

 

There’s a special corner for brave men. 

A corner in heaven is where they’ll be. 

God set it aside a very long time ago. 

A peaceful place with all people free.

 

 

WHAT IS A VETERAN 

Veterans are people like you and me.

They have feelings that run very deep.

They’ve been to places that are hard to see.

They’ve done things that’ll make you weep.

 

They can be your neighbor, mom or dad.

Live out in the streets and look very bad.

They can be your brother or sister too.

Or be your spouse very in love with you.

 

They have been to Iraq orAfghanistan.

They have been toKuwaitandViet Nam.

They have been toGermanyandKoreatoo.

They’ve even been toTokyofor me and you.

 

There isn’t any left from world war one.

World war two looses three thousand a day.

Korea’s are the most forgotten in everyway.

AfghanistanandIraq’s are in the news today.

 

World war one’s trenches were very sad.

World war two’s battles took many brothers.

The jungles in Viet Nan were hot and bad.

The war on terrorism is like none other.

 

All wars are horrible that’s what I say.

So veterans need our help in everyway.

Their the reason we have freedom today.

So stand up and salute our Veterans, OKAY! 

 

   TWILIGHT YEARS  

The twilight years are forever here. 

The time of life when death is near. 

I fear it not because I walked with it. 

Years ago when I was young and fit. 

 

I’ve seen the eyes of brave young men. 

Stare up at me with life leaving them. 

They did not blink, nor did they fear. 

They knew it was their twilight year. 

 

I only wish, they could have seen. 

The years that came and went between. 

That horrible war they could not win. 

And the twilight years that could have been. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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