Alice went to wonderland I went to VietnamWe both got highAlice and IEach in our own dreamlandEdward Lear the father of limericks - called them nonsense poems. He wrote them for Queen Victoria's children. As a Vietnam Veteran I found the Vietnam Conflict a load of nonsense and thought this five line poem style was perfectly suited to express my feelings. I've written dozens of them - but this is my favorite. For you Ameri...

My admittance to the old mental asylum wasn’t with fanfare, I was sort of sneaked in during the night. No white truck or men in white lab coats – just me the psychiatrist and my wife. He led the way in his car and Daisy drove us close behind. There was a huge oak door that opened on to the ward. When the nurse opened it the squeaking was funny. We could have been in an Edgar Allen Poe story. I kept waiting for Vincent Pri...

Vietnam DMZ 1968 - A Flashback It was over in less than a minute. The fog was mixed with the smell of gunpowder. It’s the kind of smell that gets up you’re nose - puts the hairs on end. Nick’s squad knew, when he threw out the white phosphorous grenade - that’s it - no more fire. A willy peter grenade will light an area up like a circus tent. Wait a few seconds more, for emotions to settle down. Then down to the trail to...