The Rotor Blades


Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains

Near the forever flowing river of Colorado,

A sea of helicopter pilots was celebrating:

America’s Birthday, July Fourth, 2001

It was the 18th Reunion of the VHPA,

Vietnam Helicopter Pilots Association.


A voice from the past,

Echoed within each soul:

“They said that the Vietnam War was immoral.”

The roar of the chopper riders: “B...S...!”

“They said that America lost the war.”

The roar of the chopper riders: “B...S...!”

“They said that American soldiers were inept.”

The roar of the chopper riders: “B...S...!”

The three-star General: “Tell that to those Congressmen.”


I caught General Jack Woodmansee the morning after,

He was returning home.

He received my Love and Gratitude,

Conveyed in my gift book of poems Dear Daddy.


The rotor blades seemed to pierce the skies of Denver...

Linh Duy Vo
(The Boy in the Poem)
July 28, 2001







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