Poem written on the 30th anniversary of the fall of South Vietnam.
A tribute to Pam M-T and all of the Kiwi Nurses.
Young man, you ask me who I am,
and why I wear this faded yellow ribbon…
I am the woman, who held your dying uncle’s hand,
and wrote a letter once that broke your grandma’s heart.
During the first tour, my only need to drive was to move a land rover or Aussie International truck out of the way.
I re-enlisted in the army in Wellington, which was a mistake because I was immediately posted to the Defence Communications Centre in the Defence HQ building. To cut a long story short I hated the politics of the place and was always applying for postings elsewhere.