Author: leftvet

He confronts me Smiling shyly, head down Embarrassed at the charade Brother I see by your jacket that you was in Nam I was there too Shows me the scar to prove it How `bout a quarter for a fellow vet To get some wine He shuffles...

We just moved to a new apartment in our building.  One of the elements of moving is the need to delve into the deep, forgotten nooks and crannies of your dwelling, pulling out forgotten pieces of your past.  I found such a box in my closet.

The Airport Crumpled green uniform Ribbons edged with dirt Scuffed shoes, stubbled face Eyes rimmed red with fatigue I emerge from the bird’s womb The returning warrior The family pounces Hugs, tears Backslaps, handshakes...

This is my first diary on Booman. I have posted several comments both here and on dKos comparing the situation in Iraq with my experience in Vietnam.  On some occasions, I have received responses from political analyst...