Da Nang
by: Allison Ewing
© 2001His eyes seemed far away
And what did he see
As he gazed past the camera?
He would be a man now,
If he lived.
But here he is a boy in fatigues,
A clean white shirt worn underneath.
Weariness shows in his face,
The set of his brown eyes.
He’s my age.
I would look the same
Were I waiting on an alien shore
To fight for a land
not my own.
Waiting for combat, waiting
And reflecting on what only I can see.