POST SCRIPT FOR WIL HAYGOOD

 

POST SCRIPT FOR WIL HAYGOOD

        This was Vietnam. This was the war

        where it was time to speak one’s mind.

            Wil Haygood, Black Struggle in Vietnam and at Home

Mail had already been stopped when LBJ

landed at Cam Ranh Bay, Christmas, 1967.

Thank you for War Within A War, Wil Haygood.

I’m at the 85^th Evac Hospital, Qui Nhon.

No mail. We’re together, talking shit.

We’re together 4 April 68, too. Dap.

My sign says, This way home. I’m

with the brothers, listening. It’s Tet.

If we survive this, they’ll send us back to the States.

Martin. Then Kennedy. Your credibility

dapping. What’s goin’ on Lou Rauls?

We’re evacuating 700 Gi’s a month.

Everything but the music. OK.

I’d say, Everything and the music.

634-5789, Wilson Pickett. Call me,

it’s a song. I’ve danced on the porch

at Motown. It’s closed on Friday nights.

A boy, relocated from North Dakota.

Your p.s. I hear your eyes on Hegseth.

Jim Bodeen

5 March 2026