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Story of a green beret

My life

By Marty WestPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Don't see the soldiers as they move around

Through the jungle without a sound

Crawling along on the wet cold ground

These american boys are victory bound

Fighting a war they believe is right

No end is near no end in sight

One more day one more fight

See a tunnel but see no light

Lay me down to get some sleep

In your dreams the battles seep

Mountains high and valleys deep

What you sow is what you reap

Visit graves where buddies lay

Fought for freedom the american way

War still haunts you night and day

This is a story of a green beret

Marty West

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Marty West

Happily Married 58 years old

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