Literature
So Many Names
Look.
What do you want me to say?
I have five minutes to come up with this
Amazing,
Beautiful,
Deep,
Meaningful poem that makes someone other than me cry-
Wait.
Let me start over.
Dear Soldier,
Apparently it's because of you that I get to vote at age 18.
They changed the Constitution for you.
I guess I should Thank you.
No, let me try again.
My bus driver went to Vietnam to fight.
On his moody days, he slams the breaks,
Opens the doors, and looks at us as if to say,
'Get out, kid. I've got best friends to mourn.'
He has this saying:
"You don't know shit about 'Nam till you've been to 'Nam."
I've never really understood wha