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From pages 18 - 19,
"DEAD MEN CALLING"
a book of poems by Lawrence Mize.
Doc Mize was a medic with A Company
from 1967 - 1968.
"DEAD MEN CALLING"
a book of poems by Lawrence Mize.
Doc Mize was a medic with A Company
from 1967 - 1968.
A poem "Febo From Nam"
reach up to the sky.
No one told Febo
it was his time to die.
relive the terror that always leaves me low.
Febo's back from Nam,
did he ever really go.
wait for the light to rush in.
Listen for the sounds
of the far away place I had been.
Febo running for cover.
He heads for the dike
then runs no further.
heart filled with fear;
Febo's dead
but it doesn't seem real.
to close his eyes.
Curse at God
scream out "Why?"
so sticky and hot.
I look down at Febo
Febo smiled not.
on the swollen rice paddy field.
The mound of dirt forming the dike
could have prevented the kill.
small arms fire struck everywhere.
I am alone with Febo
I no longer care.
or so it seemed.
I entertained the thought
Vietnam was a horrible dream.
that's stamped in my mind.
Febo's gone
I'm still here.
reach up to the sky.
No one told Febo
it was his time to die...Why?
reach up to the sky.
No one told Febo
it was his time to die.
relive the terror that always leaves me low.
Febo's back from Nam,
did he ever really go.
wait for the light to rush in.
Listen for the sounds
of the far away place I had been.
Febo running for cover.
He heads for the dike
then runs no further.
heart filled with fear;
Febo's dead
but it doesn't seem real.
to close his eyes.
Curse at God
scream out "Why?"
so sticky and hot.
I look down at Febo
Febo smiled not.
on the swollen rice paddy field.
The mound of dirt forming the dike
could have prevented the kill.
small arms fire struck everywhere.
I am alone with Febo
I no longer care.
or so it seemed.
I entertained the thought
Vietnam was a horrible dream.
that's stamped in my mind.
Febo's gone
I'm still here.
reach up to the sky.
No one told Febo
it was his time to die...Why?