Dead or Alive, Hill 175?

Story ID:	659
Written by:	jim rambo (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Doc Toe Vietnam
Year:	1967
Person:	Infantryman

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Posted 07/22/2006 14:45 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply

Language indigenous to Nam, that's for sure and I'm hardly shocked, for that's the way it was. Bless you Jim Rambo, I liked your poem immensly.

Posted 07/22/2006 17:35 by Gail Lee Martin | Reply

I wasn't there but know many who were. So many didn't come back. But the ones that did still carry the horror with them, just like you do. My Daddy who was wounded in France during WWII couldn't ever talk about it. Your writing about it will be good for all of us. Thanks, Gail

Posted 08/20/2006 14:03 by CP Campbell | Reply

HI 'Jim'...
Just discovered ya.. Well, this poem,
but am sure would have noted the name if read your things earlier! LOL
As a "veteran of the ERA"- (It changed my entire life)- It hits home~

RRALLY - that's the way to get it out! So glad you did and is excellent too!
May God Bless
Cher

Posted 11/09/2006 22:01 by K. L. Farnum | Reply

As you know by now, I lost my brother in Nam. GOD bless you for being the person that you are, and thank you for your poem, allthough it made me think of my brother out there in that place. I hope to someday find someone that knew him. GOD Bless you Jim.

Posted 05/04/2007 23:03 by Rich Simpson | Reply

Thank you, very much, for your service. Gos bless you.
Rich Simpson

Posted 12/17/2007 21:17 | Reply

Well put Jim. I'd bet you revist this daily as I do. My vist there is more pronounced at Christmas. Writing it down has helped me to lay it down.
Mike