My first poem (ever – not even a roses are red sort of thing before) was written when I was 18 and had just received verification of orders for Vietnam. Because of the difficulty in performing helicopter assaults into hot LZs (landing zones) a special program was developed to train a selected group of soldiers to go in before hand and be in place when the assault came in. There was more to it than that, but not relevant to my eventual writing. Some how the Army had developed a list of people ...