By Louise Eisenbrandt, Army
Writing Type: Poem
By Louise Diane Eisenbrandt
Remember the sounds of death,
the gurgle of a last breath.
Remember helicopter blades: whop, whop, whop,
bringing bloodied and broken bodies.
Remember the acrid odor of burning flesh
And peeling skin from white phosphorus.
Remember rain, rain and yet more rain.
Remember the whistle of rockets,
splashing in the South China Sea
where earlier that day we had skied.
Remember sand, coconut oil, guitars and music.
Remember shoulders wet from tears,
blood dripping on our boots,
body bags cradling their silent contents.
Remember escaping into scotch and cigarettes,
writing, loving, filming, laughing.
Remember leaving whole when so many were broken.
Remember and share whenever you can,
so that others may never forget.