Once again, another day of nothing.

Tomorrow I begin work training. I have no idea how I'm getting there, or when.

I keep opening and flipping through a book of Vietnam poetry. It's pretty cool. I like the one titled "Sweet Dreams". I'll post it for you.

the world comes crashing back
wire tourniquet
around your chest
and skull
blood pressure gauge
needle pegged
sitting up
wild fists slinging
sweat
go heavy
the swirling pictures
melt and shrink
the evil
you can even taste
and smell
unhooks greedy fangs
retreats reluctantly
from bedside light
like starving jackals
from a fire
this strange and crazy place
slowly becomes
familiar
she's awake
cowers
watching
says
what is it
what in the hell
is it
and when
you don't answer
she thinks
good god
he can't
even talk
but you're thinking
babe
the last
last
last thing you
need
is a good clear
picture
of what
i just saw