Connected

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.

 

Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge:  Connections

In A Nutshell #50

The thief
It
Stalks us
Day by
Day
Primetime
Detritus
At our feet
It
Lays

The thief
It
Stalks us
Day by
Day
Tales of
Destruction
Death and
Decay

The thief
It
Stalks us
Day by
Day
Heart wrenching
Violence
And
Dishonesty
Dismay

The thief
It
Stalks us
Day by
Day
Our
Peace
Of mind
Chiseled
Away

Ragtag Daily Prompt – Thief