Some people thing my poetry isn't that crappy, this'll show em
I met an old Gunny in a bar in Saigon He gave me advice on war and life just to carry on.. We spoke for hours over more than a few beers. I was young, I think he hoped to allay my fears He told me “when it comes to feelings about war, and things like that, there seems to be three different kinds of... Sign in to see full entry.