The Map
by: John Irving
(ex-CW2, Alpha Troop, 7/17th Cav

© Copyright, 1998
                   The Map
              
              Time passes,
              Wounds close,
              pain dulls,
              As scars heal.
              
              Once again
              I'm tricked
              Into believing
              It's Finally Over.
              
              Then my eyes, unbidden,
              Grasp that 'J' shaped
              Coastline in Asia,
              On a map of the world.
              
              Where were you
              when the first man died?
              Where were you
              when his family cried?
              
              Once again these names
              Draw me closer, ever closer,
              So close I can't see them
              Without my glasses.
              
              Once again these places,
              That time, jump out
              Clutching my back
              Thrilling my neck.
              
              Whoa !  Stop !  Once again,
              again the room spins
              as I flash back anew to that huge airport
              where I first came to the Nam.
              
              Senses assaulted, hot Hot
              HOT, burned dung smell.
              Humid as a steam bath,
              Fetid as a swamp.
              
              Where were you,
              when an 18 year old boy left for Vietnam
              and returned with eyes 10 years older
              than his 19 year old body?
              
              Can you understand
              what those eyes reveal
              about places and things
              you who are protected
              never have to know?
              
              CRACK ! 'Incoming!'  Sonic boom
              122 mike mike Katushkas
              streak inches overhead, 50 pound warheads
              explode so hard my soul is shaken.
              
              Where were you
              when we began taking rocket fire
              casualties just 10 minutes
              after arriving in South Viet Nam?
              
              Where were you
              when one of my men
              on his second day in-country
              was killed on his 18th Birthday?
              
              An Kke, Quin Nhon
              First fire fight.
              Top says 'Your buddy's dead !'
              That can't be right !
              
              Where were you
              when my best friend
              triggered a landmine
              then died in my arms,
              covering me
              with body parts,
              and bone fragments?
              
              Where were you
              when I arrived
              in that war torn land,
              age just twenty-one?
              
              Doing what my government
              asked me to do
              and what my fellow Americans
              expected me to do.
              
              Pleiku, Kontum,
              'Enemy in the Wire !!'
              Outgoing, incoming,
              'The Nam's on fire !'
              
              There! on the map
              The A Shau Valley !  GOD!
              Grunts're dead at A Shau,
              We fought all week.
              
              Where were you those long,
              dark, and frightening nights
              when we sat in the mud and the rain
              waiting for the enemy?
              
              Ban Me Thuot, Nha Trang,
              Got shot down,
              I flew again that afternoon,
              Got shot down again !
              
              Where were you when our men
              turned up missing, became P-Oh-Ws?
              Seventy-nine Prisioners of War
              have been seen in Asia since 1972.
              
              2,096 Americans
              are still missing, un-account-ed for.
              Why aren't you there now, searching,
              while our men are STILL missing?
              
              Khe Sanh, Quang Tri,
              Hue, Phu Bai.
              Marble Mountain, Da Nang
              Nui Ba Dinh.
              
              Vinh Long, My Tho,
              'He's shot through the head !'
              Rach Gia, Chi Lang,
              So Many Friends Dead !
              
              Where were you when we arrived
              back on American soil?
              Did you curse and throw
              rotten eggs at us?
              
              Why aren't you at the funerals
              we go to for our comrades
              who poisoned, continue to fall
              to dioxin and Agent Orange?
              
              58,229 Americans died in Viet Nam.
              Since the war ended 150,000 vets
              have committed suicide.
              Why aren't you howling in pain?
              
              Why do starving homeless Vets
              sleep in cardboard boxes,
              while criminals get free medical care,
              wholesome food and shelter?
              
              Why do prisioners have huge law libraries
              and get to sue the government?
              Why do we spend billions on foreign aid while
              denying Vets adequate medical care?
              
              Where are you as Veterans' rights
              are threatened every day?
              Where are you when the V.A. man
              denies our benefits and claims?
              
              I held myself together and kept
              the wolf so far from your door,
              that you and others can pretend
              that the wolf never existed.
              
              Where are you now when a sound,
              or a smell, or a dream
              touches that part of me buried so deep
              that I wake up screaming?
              
              Whoa !  Stop !
              
              They're just names
              On a stupid map and
              It was so long ago....
                
              Why can't I stop crying?
            
            John Irving   ex-CW2,  Alpha Troop, 7/17th Cav
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