어려운 세대에 태어나
어느날 문득 떨어지는
전쟁터를 생각하게 된다.
우리는 자연에서 싹트서,
누렇게 퇴색되어 쌓이는
나를 찿을 수
남은길을 전우들과 함께할
월남참전 백마 도깨비 송영복
Slowly the fog creeps in, at first
it was hard to see. The drizzle hid
the fog so wellit was hard to my
eyes to see the sly fog sneaking in.
As I slowly came to realize the fog's
presence, I suddenly found myself on
an irstrip covered with fog.
The airstrip was empty, no planes,
choppers, no one in sight. It was
so peaceful and quiet' no sounds
of engines, no outgoing or incoming.
No voices to ruin the quiet.
Peace, the peace of the dead. That
fog hid the base from prying eyes
of the enemy.
As I stood there I prayed for
the fog to both stay and leave.
As long as it stayed,
we were safe from incoming.
But I prayed for the sun to
burn the fog away so those dead,
dying, and wounded could be
flown to safety.