Vietnam
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War | this is not a poem
To be 17, or 18, 19 or 20; filled with certainties, as we all are at that age. To be given a rifle ("This is my weapon; this is my gun!" the soldiers sang as they marched. "This is for killing; this is for fun!") What do they sing now, with women in their ranks?… Continue reading

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