South Vietnam, 1970

Abstract

South Vietnam, 1970 Preston Hood (bio) Dusk seizes its aperture at the fountain intersection of TuDo and Nguyen Hue Streets. The dimming evening light whirrs with Saigon smog and heat. Motor scooter riders and bicyclists cough up exhaust fumes salted with gas and peppered with oil. My eyes tear and ache as I walk through the black market streets. Night life, full of nuoc cham and a language I don’t understand, stifles in. Flares seem to hang in the sky above our heads in the veiled eeriness of time held still as the streets empty and darken at curfew. I’m on a twenty-four-hour reprieve from my usual search and destroy missions, as other members of seal team 2 drink in nearby bars or smoke cigarettes while haggling with pimps over the prostitutes inside. I am just one man walking down a street in a country at war. All of us, soldiers or civilians, Vietnamese or Americans, are the targets of the 122mm rockets that whoosh in silent and then explode. As blasts move nearer, my skin-taut head twitches with fear. Twenty meters away and closing, I see my dream car, a two-toned blue-and-white ’55 Chevy Bel Air with its name shining in a gold script as it passes by and continues on. I pause to watch it disappear into the darkness of Saigon. And just when I begin to turn, a rocket blows up so close to me it rips off my shirt as I’m thrown from the street through a doorway. Dazed, on top of others, my mind races to the fountain intersection where girls in áo dài zip into the darkness on Hondas, nipa palm yellows in dry heat, while an old woman, squatting, spits betel nut juice into the street. [End Page 87] Preston Hood Preston Hood’s poems have appeared in The Café Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Nimrod, Rattle, the anthology POEMS FROM MAINE Take Heart, selected by Maine Poet Laureate Wesley McNair, and elsewhere. His first book, A Chill I Understand (Summer Home P), was a finalist for the 2007 Maine Literary Award for Poetry. His book The Hallelujah of Listening (Červená Barva P) won the 2012 Maine Literary Award for Poetry. He lives in Lyman, Maine, with his wife, Barbara J. Noone. Copyright © 2013 University of Nebraska Press