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JERRY FROM VIETNAM at the Old Soldiers' Home
"Hi Jerry."
You sit in your wheelchair
Looking so sad,
Remembering.
"I gave my sister away at her wedding
Last month," you say.
And then
You smile.
Sunshine.
You had been shot
In the head.
You couldn't move
Or talk.
"Feeling is back in one leg
And one arm.
I can speak again,
Thank God."
You want to get back
To school
And to work.
You didn't recall
How old you were
Until later.
"I'll be thirty
In five days,"
You said
With a grin,
Because you were so happy
You remembered.
The youngest man in Building Four.
When you left the room
I followed you;
Kissed the top of your head.
"You'll be out of here
In a year, Jerry,"
I said,
"You'll be fine."
You looked in my eyes,
Smiled once more.
"I know."
Annette, 1979
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