Vietnam…a reporter and a combat helicopter pilot…
When did you learn to fly?
Why, just yesterday, as I recall.
When will you consent to die?
Oh, tomorrow, or the day after, or perhaps not at all.
When will you go home?
Home? I have no such thoughts to give.
But don’t you want to leave this place?
I’ll never go home; I will simply go. This is where I live.
And how will you be in later years?
I suppose I’ll be rid of my fears.
So you will forget and go a new way?
Every way will be different, except possibly the tears.
Ray Kenneth Clark