The pictures the poems are me
Write about what I see
A young Airmen in Korea
In the background Inchon, Korea
Later that same day
Our ambulance was surrounded by
ten thousand angry South Koreans
Turning us on our side and trying
to pull us from inside for beatings
Mob mentality it was their leader
Sigmund Ree had advocated and left
Most rioters did not know who they were mad at
So we Americans were the enemy
The four year old Korean boy we were
transporting yelling, "Leave American alone!"
His cries saving me from a beating
Two weeks earlier I had taken him to the hospital
Swollen from tape worms I was told he was
hit by a military truck
For bringing a civilian on base
I lost one stripe--small price
You see the stripe not yet removed
Once brought in obligated for care
The concussion from falling down the stairs
I knew he had not been hit from a truck
Now you know the rest of the story
of a beautiful sunny day on a run to Seoul
Later the stripe replaced and upon release
The chubby little child was happy and normal
Jobs soldiers do not released by the press