American+Soldiers+in+Vietnam

__Out in Vietnam__ A poem by Sam Schlesinger.

//Yeah, I remember my first day as a marine in Vietnam.// //They sent me out on patrol in the jungles; I was afraid.// //Nobody trained me for guerrilla warfare.// //But we were brave.// //Brave Americans out in jungles of Vietnam.//

//We walked through the dense jungle, alert for any signs of movement.// //Other marines had told me stories of the traps – they terrified me.// //Pitfalls with spikes beneath.// //But we were strong.// //Strong Americans out in the traps of Vietnam.//

//The thick and plentiful trees stood tall and ominous, like judges.// //I started hearing noises in the plants – they worried me.// //Rustle in the bushes.// //But we were courageous.// //Courageous Americans out in the bushes of Vietnam.//

//One day they just dropped out of the trees, those little green warriors.// //I let loose with my rifle and instinct kicked in – it horrified me.// //Bullets cracked and the fallen screamed.// //But we still did it.// //Somebody tell me why there are Americans out in the horrors of Vietnam.//