“One Tin Soldier Rides Away”
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1 min readApr 19, 2017
Easter Invasion, Vietnam, April, 1972
All that spring
the choppers fell
like fat, black flies
swatted by rockets,
flak and ground fire.
Crews tumbled
from the skies in
uncomprehending,
screaming terror.
Far too many
unlucky children
paid the Blood Tax.
But I came through,
no better, just luckier.
Strife and Havoc
ruled the air,
yet blood-mad Aries
overlooked me.
Somehow I
made it home
to earth and life,
and whatever this is
that yet remains.
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