This is a sanctuary where Vietnam Veteran's can place their poems, prose and other verse. It's a place to laugh, to reflect and maybe shed a tear or two. I hope you enjoy your stay here at The Talon's Poetry..

   B R O T H E R H O O D   by Dave Gratton  
As we look back in time the image of our youth is fleeting. Unless you were there in that Other World, you wouldn't understand when we say "We had no youth, just manhood within an instant."

When we gather as eagles, we talk of Brotherhood with a reverence and a hush that only we understand. Many ask us to share that feeling with them, but that is impossible because you had to be there in that Other World with us to feel the instant changes that took place in altering our hearts and our souls forever.

The scars that we carry within won't ever heal. There are no paths that come from this place, just the memories of men that yearn to be boys once again.

A memory of the dank and dying jungle. A place that shelters death on each and every path. Eyes keen, ears alert, senses are raw awaiting the horror that lurks nearby. This is how we lived, this is how we changed, and this was the ultimate Life Altering Experience.

There in the bowls of that Other World, Brotherhood was born. You ask; "How can that be?" We reply; "We were children filled with fright and nobody but each other to comfort us."

So when you see us together, try to understand that we're not shunning you or tossing you aside. It's just that we all still live in that Other World and we can't come home. We're still the frightened children of then and now.