It is not
a cold snowy night.
 
It is not the desert heat.
But a jungle full of bugs.
 
It is the endless rain.
It is not hell on earth.
But it could be.
 
It is not another canned meal.
Steak and lobster would be
most appreciated.
 
It is not the smell of burning
flesh.
It is not a wounded soul—yet.
 
It is—Vietnam.