Bio Note: I recently published a memoir with Bambaz Press titled, Godsmacked: A memoir of Mania, Mayhem and Mischief. I have recently rescued a five-year old female Yorkie named Victoria. I have lost all reason and am considering adopting a second dog, a huge Golden mix named Mila. this poem is dedicated to my ex-husband, Richard Chowning, who died July 10, 2020 during the pandemic.
Yellow Ribbons, Oak Trees and POW Bracelets
For Captain Richard W. Chowning, USAF who served at Phang Rang AFB, Vietnam in 1968 We have decided war is inevitable. Past devastation is recalled with rose-colored glasses. Aged warriors, once invincible, today play bingo, drink warm beer, and wait for welfare checks. The dead and gone are lauded annually at appropriate holidays with flags and speeches by two- bit politicos. When he flew that F-100 fighter in Vietnam, elephants died from his bombs. Against a cerulean sky those noble beasts, stumbled, fell, died. He never signed up at twenty-four as a wanton killer of innocent creatures, telling me in frequent letters of his despair and frustration. This unpopular war made our soldiers pariahs, booed and spit on by ungrateful citizens. “Thank you for your service,” was a platitude undreamed of in those turbulent years. Vietnam recovered her soul, became prosperous and modernized, but those flying fighters remember only futility, and the women who waited wearing copper POW bracelets, tying ribbons on old oak trees.
©2022 Kay Fields
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