Disposition?
Final arrangement, waiting transfer, or prevailing plans,
all legal terms for movement of the bodies. All lined up in
neat rows on the blistering tarmac. Tags on each…Name,
Rank, Serial number and final destination.
Black, ominous body bags.
Disposition?…Ultimate sacrifice.
It's been forty-one years, but I shall never forget the black body bags
waiting…just waiting for; "Disposition" from that hot jungle land.
Was it worth it? Only time will tell.
Jackie R. Kays
© 06
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