Fifty years ago last week B Co 1/502 Inf 101st Abn Div was involved in an extreme friendly fire incident.
Thirteen of my Brothers were killed and 22 wounded.
While I was laid up in the 86th Evac hospital in Quin Nhon I started to constantly rethink a lot of things. En route back to LZ Sally, while traveling through Tuy Hoa the following words came together into a poem and here is the “Why Me” of survivor guilt.
Below is a scan of the original typed copy I made (I cannot find the penned original) written on a typewriter at division Hq rear at a later date in Bien Hoa.
1/502 101st Abn – RVN 67/68
A pill, a gun, a knife , a dare,
A blast, a flash, a bomb, a scare,
I’ve died with my eyes shut tight,
Soon reopened by god’s love light,
A friend, companion. buddy or chum,
A mate, partner, pal or bum,
It’s in each thought and then I say,
My God I’ve lived to see another day…