L.C. and L.C.2- Two Gone, Waiting for Number Three

chopper
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L.C.

“Chicken man is down”

yelled soldier with a grin.

“Hope fucker burns in Hell

places he’s put us in.”

_________________

We had just returned

to gather more supplies.

“L.C.’s chopper is down.”

“The smoke is where it lies.”

_____________________

“Saddle up, move quickly.”

“Catch chopper number one.”

Recon, saddle two through four.”

“Get going guys, have fun.”

_______________________

Up into the midday air

four choppers quickly flew.

Twenty-five of us secured

down chopper and its crew.

_________________________

Pilot with two broken legs.

Co-pilot broken back.

Huey chopper is destroyed

and one L.C. we lack.

Hooray!

(C) John Steinmeyer


L.C.2

Another L.T. Colonel

has come to take the place

of asshole in the chopper

who landed on his face.

___________________________

But this one is so different.

He cares about his men.

He’s got his shit together.

We’re doing good again.

______________________________

Thank God there are no screw ups

like all we had before.

There is no damn distinction

being casualties of war.

________________________________

This L.C.’s a humper.

He comes out in the shit.

But thirty days of humpin’

will get our L.C. hit.

_____________________________________

This time there is sorrow.

We lost a good L.C.

Now we sit and wonder

and wait for number three.

Damn!

(c) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. 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.


The Fish

Cpl. W.L Files of Charleston, WV, distributes his candy supply amongst these Vietnamese children who were being evacuated from their village near An Hoa on Dec. 19, 1967 during the Vietnam War. (AP Photo)
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The Fish

“G.I, G.I., come to me.”

“I have something to show.”

Ten dow for good Seiko watch.”

Don’t let your buddies know.”


The fish goes to his pocket

and the deal is now through.

Mount up on the deuces,

there are other things to do.


G.I. with new wristwatch

can only sit and smile

of the deal he made today

as he looks at its dial.


Shit, there’s something funny!

It’s painted on by hand.

All its jewels are missing

so he throws it in the sand.


Laughter spins upon him.

His buddies tell him so

the trick is but an old one.

And on to war we go.

(C) John Steinmeyer


More of John’s Poem from his collection titled The rain

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. 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.

 


Poem- Sniffer

German Sheppard Dog
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Sniffer

Blood trail with it’s finger

is pointing to the west.

The ambush lasted seconds

and we came out the best.


Charlie’s out there bleeding and

we want to count his hide.

Chopper out a sniffer dog.

On blood trail he is tried.


Through the crap we follow.

But blood trail disappears.

The dog is soon exhausted.

Dog’s life the handler fears.


The L.Z is now covered

and chopper lands by smoke.

Biggest worry is the dog

and it is not a joke.


And most of stare wonder

but little do we say.

They leave us in the jungle

and take the dog away.

(C) John Steinmeyer


More of John’s Poem from his collection titled The rain

  1. Other Side
  2. The Fish
  3. 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.

The Rain- Vietnam Veteran Sniper Reflects on His Experiences Through Poetry

The Rain- Vietnam Veteran Sniper Reflects on His Experiences Through Poetry
John poem book cover

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. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

First Poem:

Other Side

The mixed bag of newbies

now scuttle from the plane.

Welcome to the other side.

The side that is insane.

A side that tears emotion

and pulls it down the drain.

Welcome.

Welcome to the rice bowl

of pits and paddy holes.

Welcome where the numbers

are counted as the goals.

welcome where the living

are walking on their souls.

Welcome.

welcome to the Jungle

where night time brings the fear.

welcome to the rifle

and one hundred pounds of gear.

Welcome to the fighting

that now says you are here.

Welcome to the other side of the world.

(C) John Steinmeyer


More reflections from John’s collection of poems

  1. Sniffer
  2. The Fish
  3. More to Come

Back of book

First African American Medal of Honor recipient of the Vietnam War

Milton Lee Olive, III (November 7, 1946 – October 22, 1965) was a United States Army soldier and a recipient of America's highest military decoration — the Medal of Honor — for his actions in the Vietnam War. At the age of 18, Olive sacrificed his life to save others by smothering a live grenade. He was the first African American Medal of Honor recipient of the Vietnam War.

Milton Lee Olive, III (November 7, 1946 – October 22, 1965) was a United States Army soldier and a recipient of America’s highest military decoration — the Medal of Honor — for his actions in the Vietnam War. At the age of 18, Olive sacrificed his life to save others by smothering a live grenade. He was the first African American Medal of Honor recipient of the Vietnam War.

March 25th is also Medal of Honor Day.

In 1993, Congress ordered a study to determine whether racism explained why no black soldier had received the Medal of Honor in World War II. “It was a pretty persuasive document that said yes, in all likelihood, or without doubt, racial discrimination in the Army, in all of the services, ended up creating this imbalance,” Richard Kohn, a former Pentagon executive and one of the researchers, told America Tonight. The study paved the way for other reviews of different groups of minority soldiers overlooked for the military’s highest honor because of politics or prejudice. In 2002, the National Defense Authorization Act ordered the Army to review all of the Jewish and Hispanic soldiers who had received the Distinguished Service Cross from World War II onward, to see if any had deserved the nation’s highest honor. VIA:OriginalPeople.org