My best friend Steve is a Vietnam vet. Bless his heart, I never broached the subject, nor did he until I’d known him for a few years.
He told me some tales some with hilarious punchlines thrown in, witty, sardonic, and quite often disturbingly surreal. He’d won a medal for stealing a jeep once … it’s a long story, I couldn’t tell it like he could.
We have a last man's club of sorts; one bottle Johnny Walker Black, one pair clean socks, one pack of Winston's, all stuffed into a re-gifted, wooden wine box. About all a guy needs.
Someday, one of us will get to piss on the other's grave.
Dragon's Breath
the forest alight in flame,
red, green, orange, black!
laughing, a ghost beckons,
beautiful and serene
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