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“This poem was written by a Vietnam veteran after an experience in a shell hole with rockets and mortars coming in. He had apparently lost contact with God, and that night he made his decision between God and no God … he made the right choice as you will see by this poem he wrote. I had a similar experience when I arrived in Vietnam. I have altered this poem to fit my experience.”
I wonder God if you’ll take my hand. Somehow I know you’ll understand. Funny I had to come to this hellish place before I had time to see your face. Well I guess there’s not much more to say, but lord God, I’m sure glad I met you today. Oh, God. I’ll have to go. I like you lots, I want you to know. Look now, this will be a horrible night. Who knows? I may come to your house tonight, though I wasn’t friendly to you before. I wonder God if you’d wait at your door. Look, I’m crying. I’m shedding tears. I’ll have to go now, God … Goodbye. Strange now since I met you I’m not afraid to die!
– Ben Fair
Tet offensive, 1968
The Faithbook 2015
Entry by Ben Fair Curtesy of The Times and Democrat.