The Nurses and Staff of My VA Hospital
By Monroe Kurman, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Navigating the L.C.V.P. under duress,
Pent up emotion caused me stress --
I decided the Navy to serve.
The war consumes all your nerve -
Shrapnel splatters the sandy shore,
And reaching the beach was a chore.
In the hull, shoulder to shoulder,
Crowded marines became bolder and bolder.
The marines exit with anticipation,
Hoping death will take a vacation.
At that moment, I recall
Bodies everywhere were starting to fall.
The clouds suddenly became dark --
A bomb hit its mark.
The percussion caused me to hit the bulkhead,
I woke a day later, returned from the dead.
On a dimly lit wall, an angel did appear saying, “My son do not fear.”
Lying in my bunk, staring at the faded ceiling,
I felt an awful queasy feeling.
A Chaplin entered, leaving the door ajar -His voice sounded as echoing from afar,
"You will receive the Purple Heart".