During the closing years of the Vietnam war, when I was 14, I went to the library at Hickam Air Force Base in Hawaii for information about Draft laws. I learned that you couldn't be drafted if you were less than 5' or more than 6'8" -- I was already too tall but not tall enough, so I also looked up the requirements for becoming a conscientious objector.
Later that year the earliest waves of released POW's were flown first to the Hickam terminal, which I could see from my bedroom window. In a military family during that time it was too easy to imagine what it would be like to be in Vietnam, to be tortured and imprisoned for years. Their loss captured me, and my family and friends and I often joined the crowd welcoming them home when they landed.
By my senior year of high school the war and the draft had both ended. A speech contest I entered required a dramatic piece and a poem. I had an excerpt from Catch 22 that I'd taken to other contests, but at 17 I didn't know from poetry. I primarily looked for something short that worked with the anti-war theme; Archibald Macleish's Lines for an Interment expressed perfectly what I'd imagined the POW's must have felt about their spent years upon returning to a home that gave them neither acknowledgment nor memory.
Catch 22 and Lines for an Interment carried me to the contest's finals, and the poem's rhythms still bring me to anger and despair over the waste of lives. Thanks to Joe Ivory Mattingly of The Heretik and Roxanne of Rox Populi for the National Poetry Month reminders and the poems, so that I didn't forget, finally, to recognize the importance of poetry in our lives.
Lines for an Interment, Archibald MacLeish
Now it is fifteen years you have lain in the meadow:
The boards at your face have gone through: the earth is
Packed down and the sound of the rain is fainter:
The roots of the first grass are dead.
It's a long time to lie in the earth with your honor:
The world, Soldier, the world has been moving on.
The girls wouldn't look at you twice in the cloth cap:
Six years old they were when it happened:
It bores them even in books: "Soissons besieged!"
As for the gents, they have joined the American Legion:
Belts and a brass band and the ladies' auxiliaries:
The Californians march in the OD silk.
We are all acting again like civilized beings:
People mention it at tea ...
The Facts of Life we have learned are Economic:
You were deceived by the detonations of bombs:
You thought of courage and death when you thought of warfare.
Hadn't they taught you the fine words were unfortunate?
Now that we understand we judge without bias:
We feel of course for those who had to die:
Women have written us novels of great passion
Proving the useless death of the dead was a tragedy.
Nevertheless it is foolish to chew gall:
The foremost writers on both sides have apologized:
The Germans are back in the Midi with cropped hair:
The English are drinking the better beer in Bavaria.
You can rest now in the rain in the Belgian meadow --
Now that it's all explained and forgotten:
Now that the earth is hard and the wood rots:
Now you are dead ...