Agent Orange defoliation spray Agent spraying agent orange toxins spraying agent orange toxins

Rainbow chemicals our nation unleased...
on its sons!
Agent orange decimated mangrove rainforest in Mekong Delta defoliation results
Agent Orange
by Gary Jacobson 1999

Agent Orange barrels stockpiled
Agent Orange,
Vietnam's sweet revenge.
Absorbed into a soldier's
Fighting war politick.

Agent Orange clinging,
Forest leaves,
A defoliant sucking the life
That death bereaves.

It kills a forest to kill the foe,
Remember always
You reap what you sow.
Agent Orange impregnates
not only forest leaves,
But to a soldier's long-life

Agent Orange goes home with him
To plague children unborn,
Embracing his loved ones
With a heritage forsworn.
In pseudo reverence,
Agent Orange has become
His clingstone inheritance.

Agent Orange to a soldier bequeaths
Entwining innocent legacies
Derived from a forest's dying.
Can you hear his family crying
The whole world sighing?

Forever sweet fruit implies,
But this deadly condiment
Its name belies.
Sprayed to keep enemies
From hiding in Nam's jungles therein,
We paid dearly
This war to win.

And staking
Our children's bright future, a vulture
Hovering in an unknown darkness
Hanging over us,
Looming over us,
Waiting for us.

1st Cav patrol
Feral Stalking Night
by Gary Jacobson ? 1999

The dank Le Hong Fong Forest screams
In savage tense dreams,
As pungent hatreds surround me,
Stalking me
Filling me
In dark feral night all around me
Eating at my soul...
With gentle horrors cajole
On this black moonless night
Of violent jungle fright.

This grave night brave hunters
Turned hunted.
All day infantry grunts grunted,
Innocently sweating "boys next door,"
Marching in duties grim chore,
Pushed by their Captain
Advancing to attain
The VC village domain.

Suddenly we're here
Mid this fetid jungle of fear
Just a naive kid
Digging foxholes mid
The Vietcong Hilton
Expecting any minute blood letting action
Bullets in anger to come flying,
Through the jungle they tore,
Singing a song soldiers abhor,
Great violence intending.

My brave heart an alien bullet sees
As it goes maurauding
Leaves from the trees.
For I'm lying
Sweating in the moonlight
Of this dank killing field
Waiting for the night to yield
Its dark terrors chilling
All amazed that the killing
Can come with such ease.
Killing giving No more notice
Than a faint jungle breeze.

Where cold blood like water runs
Hearing only sounding guns
Parental lessons
Boys from next door must forget
In this war weary pit.
For in the killing fields
All honor yields.
Sons must kill to survive
Where killing
Begets killing,
Abiding hatreds thrive.

Angry bullets come slashing
In grim bittered gnashing
Flying from angry men,
Propelled through indignant din,
Into very hearts hiding
Into forsaken spent souls
Dug deep to eternity
In their fighting holes.

My star-spangled mortality,
Faces Charleys darts of ferocity,
Preoccupied with my dying,
Thru jungles gauntlet slicing,
Sent to maim and to slay,
Cutting through me
Like a ribboned filet.

Bloody driblets silently gushing
Like a babbling brook blood spewing
Pouring from angry wounds slit
From a cong home boys hit
Speaking to a generation bled
Cruel war does embed,
On innocent senses shed,
Wars barbaric plight,
Till morning's light leaks bright.

I hear the very night
Hear it erupt with clamoring fright
Hearing vile men around me shout
Swearing hatreds inside and without
Sweet and sour shivers coming,
Villainous shouts keep threatening...
To snatch very life...
My very life!

Riding tepid winds
A bullet invitation sends
To boys over here
From boys over there
A message of death flying
From silent souls crying
Slowly, silently, dying
A message unfolding viciously
To join the life ending play
Dancing war's blazing bullet ballet.

Horrible beasts of war come weaving
To boys with wounded souls grieving
Passing thru steaming jungle crevices,
Through tall elephant grasses,
Bathed with hateful dew venoms,
To "boy next door" phenoms.
All bravery fast fading,
In dim light straining,
Through an army of prayers
Bearing sinister Nam's gory tares.

Will anyone weep for me?
Will anyone hear this boyish fear sighing,
A brave man tears crying,
Over here slowly dying?
Dejected and forlorn,
Despairing of seeing blessed morn
Thinking of places left far behind
Where people were once kind,
A place "shortimers" herald,
A sweet home back in "The world."

At long last
Comes prayed for morning,
At long last
Fears of night shedding.
At long last
Brave soldiers face the brave day,
Prepare to re-enter the fray.
Mankind's freedoms to protect
Without luxury their battles to select
In this misunderstood brawl,
Ripping from them civility's all.
Soldiers greet the newborn morning
To rising sun dawning ironic,
With graveled voice sarcastic.
For all grimly recall
Buddies who gave all,
Dying in war's unholy maelstrom...

Good Morning Vietnam?

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