Reading Hanoi Hannah, I’m reminded of my own time when the songs had to be played over and over again, burning a track in my memory, accompanied by a video of current events recording in real time, when my emotion was my heart and I burst to express it, not just to tell of it, and it’s the music that relives itself in the poor attempt of my words.
My poem for this post is a piece I wrote many years ago when I was a very young sailor being ferried in an era of special song.
1972. Six month ANZUK deployments ‘up top’. Vietnam was still on but winding down; for us, anyway. The daily routine at sea was relaxed; shorts and a pair of sandals; lazy days; good days; we looked forward to port visits.