Not Me

Not Me

What the Hell you call it?

Pee, tee, ess, dee?

I don’t suffer that shit!

I served in the Infantry.

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Candy asses they left.

Cry babies they returned.

Ya grab a gun in one hand.

Balls in the other I learned.

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Affect me? No it didn’t.

The gun in the corner is mine.

Sure the sucker is loaded.

It’s that way all the time.

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So what if I like nights?

It’s my decision to be

away from all the assholes

that continually bother me.

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Crowds, I will leave alone.

They’re just a cluster fuck.

They always contain a crazy

that’s nuts and down on luck.

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Counseling? I don’t need it.

There’s nothing wrong with me.

I think it just your problem

cause I’m alright you see.

You bet!

(C) John Steinmeyer

More of John’s Poems

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6.  In The Grinder (1) The Teller (2) 
  7.  The Rifle (1) Turn (2)
  8. The Picture (1), Nothing (2)
  9. More to come
  10. Our other posts on PTSD (Missing Video will return soon)

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. Two poems from a collection that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. See other links above for more. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

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Poems: The Picture, Nothing

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The Picture

I’m looking at the picture

of my newborn child.

But only just an hour ago

the situation was wild.

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I squat upon the jungle dirt

and look towards my right

and see two crumpled bodies

that resulted from the fight.

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Then I read the letter says

“our daughter’s doing fine.”

“She’s a precious piece of life,

and she’s yours and mine.”

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But God we just killed fathers

that were fighting in this place.

There’s other sons and daughters

that won’t see their father’s face.

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Then I truly wonder if

my daughter will see me.

Tears well up inside my throat

and man just let me be.

(C) John Steinmeyer


Nothing

No, it was nothing

my dear and loving wife

to tromp the mud and jungle,

survive just to take life.

Just plain fucking nothing

to live inside the strife.

Of Nothing.

For nothing marks the jungle

where Lee and Eddie fell.

And nothing says the trouble

for time we spent in Hell.

And nothing is what needs me

but nothing can I tell.

Of Nothing.

For nothings my eraser

that keeps me in the blind.

And nothing keeps me going

and nothing can I find

‘cept tell you it was nothing

so I don’t lose my mind.

For Nothing.

(C) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6. Poems- In The Grinder (1) The Teller (2) 
  7. Poems- The Rifle (1) Turn (2)
  8. More to come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. Two poems from a collection that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. See other links above for more. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

Poems: The Rifle, Turn

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The Rifle

Company left picnic ground

with all the trash behind.

What some humpers throw away

would really blow your mind.

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And Charlie’s one with Nature.

He scavenges the shit.

But sniper team is waiting

for any they can get.

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Two hundred meter easy shoot

for those up in the trees.

Silenced rifles never heard.

Favorable the breeze.

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Likeness of the hand of God

will swat them on the ground.

Eleven will taste the pain

and seven will be found.

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So walk away, pack away.

Pretend you never saw

what happens in the jungle

when the rifle is God’s Law.

(C) John Steinmeyer


Turn

They counted what was

when we were in war.

Counted what wasn’t

and tallied the score.

Said we were winning

and we fought some more.

We turn.

Set us in ambush

of those we don’t know.

Sweat us in jungle.

Let hate and fear grow.

Sent us a soda

for every dead show.

We turn.

Beer or some whiskey

for us to unwind.

Cigarette packet

of shit to blow mind.

Eraser of Deros

and leave all behind.

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And suddenly, we knew

not where to turn.

(C) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6. Poems- In The Grinder (1) The Teller (2) 
  7. More to come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. Two poems from a collection that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. See other links above for more. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

Poems: In the Grinder, The Teller

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In the Grinder

Camouflage and pockets.

Eyeballs in the sockets.

Gunfire and the rockets

in the grinder.

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Silence and scope.

Liquor and the dope.

Whatever is the hope

in the grinder.

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Medals in a war.

Boys that are no more.

Tally board for score

in the grinder.

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Sodas for a kill.

Compensate the bill.

Forget about a will

in the grinder.

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Life until the wire.

Dead men under fire.

Sex but no desire

in the grinder.

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Pack it all away.

Nothing there to say.

Forget about each day

in the grinder.

(C) John Steinmeyer


The Teller

I am told by the teller

that my good friend is dead.

The teller keeps on talking.

I hear no more what’s said.

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Shock wave numbs my heart and soul

while teller’s standing there.

Bitterness now dams my tears.

Pretense now hides my care.

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For the moment I now breathe.

But do not find my breath.

I picture face of my friend

but cannot picture death.

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Good God, I wrote a letter

two weeks before this date

to the parents of my friend!

Now everything’s too late.

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So I grab my gear and rifle

and keep it all inside.

I have no time to accept

that my good friend has died.

W.S   K.I.A.

(C) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6. More to come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. This will be the first post of a collection of poems that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

Poems- Sour, Sealed

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Poem One: Sour

His game of life is over.

His shirt’s pulled by his head.

He lays upon a gunjeep.

He’s one that we made dead.

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In his throat is calling card

tore off of sniper shirt.

So lifeless lays his body

but we still do it dirt.

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The patch of our Division

will tell for those who see

that we are mean and deadly

when we meet enemy.

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And say we have no feeling

for those that we pull down.

Revel in his death today

and strut and prance around.

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Then body’s dropped in Village

at thirty miles per hour.

Pushed off the hood of gunjeep

by boys that have turned sour.

(c) John Steinmeyer


Poem Two: Sealed

War is against everything

that we were taught as kids.

War takes Mother Nature

and sends her on the skids.

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Truth and honesty is lost.

Compassion’s buried noon.

Denial is breath today

and we all learn it soon.

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Terror swirls in cup to drink

as Death extends a hand.

Loneliness and bitter sleep

as we lay in this land.

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Reason never touch our day

and questions are soon lost.

Buried in our minds this way

are those who pay the cost.

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Tears no quake of bitter kids

that stare with lizard eyes.

Sealed and soaked in fractured brain

is war and all its lies.

(C) John Steinmeyer

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  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. More to Come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. This will be the first post of a collection of poems that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.