Just A Common Soldier A Soldier Died Today And Other Poems

A mature collection of 125 poems covering profound human experiences and drawn from a life spanning 92 years and including experience of front-line battle in Normandy in 1944 from which he emerged with life-changing injuries. Dennis B. Wilson is a rhyming and scanning poet who writes poems that are easily understood.

Having been medically released from the Canadian Armed Forces after 33 years of service, I found myself dealing with the realities of no longer being able to work, a continually deteriorating state of health, and a significant amount of time on my hands. These poems were an outlet for my pent-up emotions. Importantly, these poems were written while in a deep depression and with heavy substance us/abuse. They are raw, abstract at times, mostly unedited and get dark at the end. Read them as I wrote them. That is where my mind was at the time.

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Veterans of the Vietnam Conflict When I was Young and Wild; No longer a Child, I went to War with my Brothers. From the North, East, the South and the West; we were, America s best. Many lost their Girls and Wives to Jody; along with their Booty! He was their best friend! While we were away, Jody did play! We went to fight; for you, and the Red White and Blue. We were taught: To shoot between the eyes, that way we knew they would die! We were highly trained in Weapons of Mass Destruction and, Combat (Hand to Hand)! Bullets would scream by our heads, one Inch closer, we d be dead. The sounds of the Big Guns would pierce our Ear Drums. Bombs and Napalm would fall from the Sky: Many men died on both sides; No matter how much, they tried to hide! Booby Traps and Land Mines were all around, on Tree Trunks, in and on the ground. Atop the Trees, Charlie would wait for us, to take his Bait. Immersed in Water; with Weapons above our heads, slowly we moved, make NO sound or we d be dead. Our way through Villages we made: Children approached us with Grenades. Charlie would hide everywhere, of our Soldiers, they were scared! The Cong were famous for the Tunnels in the ground, in our Tunnel Rats they were Bound, Armed with only a 45, they left no none alive! The Jungles were full of Tigers and Snakes, our Lives they could take! Those 2 days in the Rear; the Women we had to fear! "5 Dollars GI, Me make You Feel Real Good"! Entice us they would! Inside them; a Razor Blade they would embed, as to make Us Dead! Our Tracers Red, their Tracers Green, in the night they could be seen! To Fight at Night, No Moon light, 'twas a Terrible Fright! Our MOTTO was: NEVER GIVE UP NOR ADMIT DEFEAT! There was No Call for Retreat! As We Charged Into Battle, We would Yell: REMEMBER THE BLACK HORSE ! WE LL SEE YOU IN HELL! We were the Cav, the 11th Cav. No fight did we Loose, Most Fights we did choose. A Solider Then, A Solider Now,

Our freedom is not free Go to any cemetery and see Look for any serviceman's grave See what price he had to pay Freedom comes at a high cost. Men and women are willing to fight and die for our great country, and they encounter some of the greatest emotional struggles of all. Soldiers have families and loved ones they miss dearly while miles away in the heart of battle. Soldiers have lost friends while fighting. Soldiers have formed lifelong friendships with those that make it through the battle with them. Here, in A Soldier's Poem Book, readers will gain insight into the heart of mind of some of our country's finest, the ones willing to pay the price for the freedom we enjoy. Many times, long after the battles end, these are the thoughts of a dedicated soldier, husband, father, and God-fearing man. These pages are a reminder that many have served and many more will serve to keep our country strong under God.

A collection of short poems about the author's time as a soldier in World War II. The author was born in New Jersey in 1925 and has lived in New York's Greenwich Village since 1952. He started writing poetry at age 75.