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The poem was steamy, all right, but not what I expected.
My cousin Bob came home from that same region after WWII. He never talked much about it, except to complain about jungle rot attacking his socks.
posted by
Pat_B
on January 18, 2013 at 9:36 AM
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The second stanza really strikes me and made me look at the first differently, knowing that the times were really really rough.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 18, 2013 at 9:22 AM
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what an amazing picture and poem Jay!!
posted by
Kabu
on January 18, 2013 at 9:02 AM
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UtahJay
KIf you can’t stay post short think big. Awesome poem Jay. BC-A,
posted by
BC-A
on January 18, 2013 at 6:48 AM
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UtahJay
KIf you can’t stay think short think big. Awesome poem Jay. BC-A,
posted by
BC-A
on January 18, 2013 at 6:47 AM
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I like the ending. How many times we experienced that 
I am glad that you are staying for another month. I am sure you will be missed by me and others.
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on January 18, 2013 at 4:42 AM
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Reality kicks Jay it would be far worse if you had to endure this tomorrow. I sometimes think how on frosty foggy days I tramped round wet through delivering pariffin. Some old dears wanted it in pint bottles. 
posted by
C_C_T
on January 17, 2013 at 10:31 PM
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