This riveting film that unravelled human tragedy of unparalleled proportions introduced me to a poet. While I was listening to John Musgrave, I knew in an instant that he had the soul of a poet. And my instincts were right! Like all people, who struggle to come to terms with life, he embraced poetry. His poems in 'Notes to the man who shot me: Vietnam War Poems', are unflinchingly honest, bone-chillingly frightening as you understand the pain behind the seemingly simple words. His poems made me shiver to the extent that I could actually feel the napalm in the combat zone. This is not a book review. This is a salute to the spirit of the man who could recount his horrors through poetry with the hope that his sacrifice would not be just a cold page in history!
You sit in your hole in water up to your waist.
You piss in your pants, what difference does it make, and
for a few seconds you feel warm.
You're a Marine.
What in hell did you expect?
Remember, In Case Of Rain
The War Will Not
Be Held In The
Yeah, no shit."
-John Musgrave, Vietnam War Veteran, Counselor, Poet.