May 2022
Lynn Norton
lnorton2@kc.rr.com
lnorton2@kc.rr.com
Bio Note: In 1967, military service was compulsory for eligible males in the USA. We were forced to engage in a war that was barely understood and murdered people we barely knew. I served, rebelled and continue to rebel.
Harm's Way
An Air Force Medic, hospital duty in the Philippines beyond the range of hostile fire, ballistic shards from Ho Chi Minh’s determined wrath. Treat the afflicted and tag the remains. I was shielded from harm’s way. Outreach missions to Negrito tribal lands, descendants of warriors who vanquished invaders. Their bodies ravaged by parasites, tuberculosis, dysentery. Yet they lived. Treat the afflicted and tag the remains. I was shielded from harm’s way. Restricted to base as Ferdinand Marcos’ campaign thugs terrorized voters, stole ballots. Fragile democracy in the crosshairs of hired guns. Treat the afflicted and tag the remains. I was shielded from harm’s way. Tectonic indigestion from deep waters in the Mindanao Trench launched waves of vertigo, shock. Planetary thunder pummeled earth, structures, flesh. Treat the afflicted and tag the remains. I was always in harm’s way.
Originally published in Veterans’ Voices magazine, Fall issue 2019, Vol. 67, No. 3
©2022 Lynn Norton
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