​M.A.S.H. 

                        His battle dressings
                        seeping red,
                        he looked at me,
                        and his eyes asked:
                        Are you dying?

                        I'm in pain,
                        my look said,
                        but I don't think
                        I'm going to die.

                        Well,
                        his eyes said,
                        I'm going now
                        and if you were too
                        then it wouldn't be
                        so lonely for me. 


                        by Founding Poet  Paul Hellweg   Copyright © 2016 
                        ​VWP 2016     First published in  Against Agamemnon  2016 

                        ​Bio:  Paul Hellweg  is the  Founder of this  VietnamWarPoetry.com  website. 
                        For more info, please see his bio on the  About Us  page and on his  Bio / War Poetry  page. 
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