It was 1966.
I was a freshman in college.
He was a friend of a friend,
a recent graduate with a
degree in accounting,
heading to Vietnam as part
of an Army artillery battalion.
I toted my books from class to class
day after day.
He put his ledgers aside
manning machine guns,
mortars and howitzers.
I retired to the comfort of an
air conditioned dorm room.
He sweat buckets in the jungle 24/7.
I bemoaned dorm food.
He ate C rations.
I penned letters on crisp stationary.
He scribbled on scraps of paper
in pencil, as pens were rendered
useless by unrelenting heat and humidity.
I fell into a safe, cozy bed at night.
He wondered if he would see the morning.
I was immature and self-absorbed.
He exemplified dedication, service and sacrifice.
I was a link to normalcy and home.
He was a glimpse into the chaos of war.
I went on to graduate school.
He resumed civilian life in Iowa.
A call came years later, just to say hello.
Pen pals still connected.
Powerful poem that illustrates so well the two worlds.
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Thanks much!
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You are very welcome!
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A beautiful story Sandy, thank you so much for sharing 🙂💖 xxx
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My pleasure, Xenia.
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Very moving!
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Thank you, Danny.
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Wow. I was so glad to reach the end and know he made it. Those were scary times to be draft age. Beautifully written.
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Thanks. Yes, it was a very scary time for draftees. So many didn’t make it home.
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You’re welcome. Definitely a scary time.
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You’ve summed up the dichotomy so well, Sandy. It really was two very different worlds.
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That it was. I always felt guilty knowing how easy my life was in comparison.
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One of my first boyfriends was a Marine during the Tet Offensive. Awful, horrifying stories.
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wonderful and also very moving. I am glad to hear he survived that war.
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Yes, it was a relief.
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WOW, this really touched me. I, too, am so thankful he did come home–alive.
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Thanks so much.
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Most welcome.
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Such a poignant and moving story of friendship.
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Those were difficult years for so many fighting an unpopular war, with little appreciation shown.
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Yes, I abhorred the war, but never vilified the troops, the politicians were the culprits
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That was a very well written piece Sandy, such a dramatic difference in the lives you were living. Glad you kept in touch!
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Yes, our lives were polar opposites. I learned much about the tribulations of war from reading his letters.
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