Gravediggers of Laos —

A Poem by Dan Thompson

By How Miller

Another letter to the editor brought forth this amazing poem, filled with lots of reminders of the Vietnam War and the efforts that continue today to bring closure to our Gold Star and MIA Families.

Dan Thompson is a member of both SFA and SOA, which is most heavily populated with former SOG members. SOA prides itself in their efforts to keep the memories alive of those lost and continue the fight for those still missing and their families.

Dan wrote:

“I read “Gravediggers of Laos” last year at the Unreturned Heroes Memorial Breakfast for families of the missing. Mike Taylor asked me to present and afterward graciously tagged me, SOG’s Poet Laureate. I’ll miss his story telling, leadership and big heart.”

The late Mike Taylor was one of the leading forces in the ongoing accounting for the remaining Vietnam War MIAs, the largest number of whom were lost in Laos, as well as Cambodia and North Vietnam.

Dan, an author, wrote Colors of War & Peace, a collection of eight short stories. He took an impressive amount of time writing “Gravediggers,” continually adding to and refining it. It was, coincidently, finished just in time for the planning of the Memorial Breakfast. As a result, he read it near the end of the program. Afterward there was a brief but silent pause, followed by a standing and impassioned ovation. His audience was painfully aware of and touched by the vivid imagery and the poem’s ability to convey the exotic settings and SOG language, derived from cryptic references.

This breakfast was not only designed to honor the MIA families, but also to allow the SOA community to bond with and show them that their lost ones have not been and will never be forgotten. All were deeply moved and gratified. Families and SOA members mingled for hours, exchanging remembrances.

The poem is about a son’s search for a father gone missing, after the death of his mother. He journeys to the attic where he finds a meticulously kept collection of records that explain not only who his father was but also clues to who he is.

Here is the poem, followed by explanations of some of the less familiar terms:

Gravediggers of Laos

God created war so that Americans would learn geography.”
— Mark Twain

Comes now a lost voice from Chapbook
Exhumed from dusty trunk, cobwebbed beams
Hidden trove, attic treasure hunt
Plied skeleton key, bow, barrel & bit
Climbed Master Mel, forsaken son
In search of father’s Eidolon

Beneath two foot moldy stacks
Curled yellow lips of news clips
Citation valorous, ‘Regret to inform’
Alien argot, Tchepone Muong Phine[mfn]Tchepone-pron. chee-pon-mung-fine, a vital transshipment point on Laotian section of the Ho Chi Minh Trail. [/mfn]
Beguiled by appellation & epithet
Tiger Hound, Steel Tiger,[mfn]Tiger Hound, Steel Tiger were amongst a series of Top Secret code names for reconnaissance operations in Laos. [/mfn] hieu biet[mfn]Vietnamese-to understand, pron. way be-et. [/mfn]

Found he, the wizardry of OZ
Painted operants, camouflaged
Phasmids blent with spinney trees
RT’s,[mfn]MACV-SOG Reconnaissance teams consisted of two or three US Special Forces operators and between 4 and 10 indigenous members consisting mostly of Montagnard or Nung strikers, SCU.[/mfn] delivered by King Bees,[mfn]Vietnamese piloted, VNAF, camouflaged H-34 helicopters. They were some of the bravest pilots who rescued SOG Recon Teams, surrounded and in deep trouble.[/mfn] as
Bo dai[mfn]generic name for NVA soldier[/mfn] fled burning grass, grizzly pics
Bloat-faced cadavers, with Emmett Kelly[mfn]Emmett Kelly was an American circus performer, with large red nose, who created “Weary Willie” based on Hobos of the great depression.[/mfn] noses

There was heartbreak grass,[mfn]Gelsemium flowering plant emits poisonous mist that affects vision and respiration, and can cause death. [/mfn] which wept
Powdery mist, sickened and killed
Fast as 5 point 5-6 casings spent
Green skulking sedge & coiling krait
Book said missing lay in wait, high
On topographic cist, massif cloaked in mist

The ledger gave definitions
Super spooks,[mfn]Special forces operators who collected information through human and other sources, evaluate intelligence with regard to tactical and strategic importance outside the US were called “Spooks.” Cross-border operants of Studies and Observation Group, SOG, were referred to as “Super Spooks.”[/mfn] SOG,[mfn]Military Assistance Command Vietnam, MAC-V SOG, Studies and Observations Group was a joint-service, high command for unconventional warfare engaged in highly classified, TOP Secret operations throughout Southeast Asia. The 5th Special Forces Group transferred personnel to SOG through Special Operations Augmentations (SOA) which provided the cover name to the secret war conducted in Laos, Cambodia and North Vietnam, from 1964-72.[/mfn] Oscar 8[mfn]Transshipment points that bordered Vietnam and Laos. It was one of the largest storage facilities and was heavily defended by anti-aircraft (AAA) guns and bunkered infantry. SOG repeatedly suffered high casualty rates in attempts to penetrate this target.[/mfn]
6 x 6 klicks, No Fire Zones, Top Secret/
NO FORN,[mfn]Top Secret/NO FORN meant no Foreign Eyes (to include SVN) could read or see anything pertaining to SOG missions, operational plans, or after action reports (AAR).[/mfn] Special Forces cadre and faithful SCU
Lay pretzel twisted in tropical queue, as
Tigers pause with razor claws

This the stage they strode upon
Humped hogback ridges, cleft jungle jowls
Razor grass & eucalyptus copse
Lurking shadows slid from woodsedge, as
Leeches, swollen & taut, hung high & tight
Crept tiger-striped fatigues by Starlight[mfn]Night Vision scope-light-sensitive material that converts photons into electrons, that feeds into a series of tiny devices similar to TV picture tubes, each one multiplying the brightness of the image. [/mfn]

What burdens besides fear and loathing?
The book told of things they carried
Alice packs, OD cravats, tied to sling swivels
British Stens,[mfn]Recon Team point men often used British (9mm) Sten guns, with silencer, for quiet kills, during surprise encounters along the trail.[/mfn] AK’s, mini-grenades
URC-10’s,[mfn]Hand held survival radios with direct communication to rescue planes, Covey, and TAC Air, on predetermined frequency.[/mfn] when shit hit, Bright Lights[mfn]Codenamed Bright Light was activated when a RT had been compromised and was in immanent danger of being overrun by vastly superior forces or teams that had lost contact with Command and Control. A Bright Light Team or Hatchet Force would be inserted into the target area to extract the endangered team, find dead or search for missing. Most times, due to heavy anti-aircraft fire and concentration of enemy forces, Bright Light Teams could not land, or helicopters were downed like flaming Carrier Pigeons.[/mfn]
For dark days, and rounds and rounds of iron rations

Two commandos & five SCU[mfn]Special Commando Unit-pron. skoo- indigenous team members, identified both unit and individual-comprised of Cambodian Khmer, Hmong-Mien, Montagnard or Nung strikers.[/mfn]
Stitched by withering fire, as the
Shushhhh of rockets annunciate,
Heavy machine guns rake,
Leapt high from cliff, solo Bru[mfn]A French term that meshes several non-related Austroasiatic peoples such as the Katuic Bru, the Cham, and Bahnaric tribes, who lived in the central highlands and hated the Vietnamese.[/mfn]
Air-peddled into tamarind tree, E&E’d

One–Zero,[mfn]One-Zero was US RT, Reconnaissance Team Leader, One-One, Assistant US RT Leader.[/mfn] One-One, four Bru, vanished
MIA is book’s definition, burnt[mfn]Tradecraft term for being discovered or mission compromised.[/mfn]
Like stripes on a napalmed tiger
Yowled the torch that lit the night
Scorched its hair & scalded feet
Fearsome creatures last retreat

From pirate chest, dug Mel’s hand
Manila folder with coffee ring effect
Dog-eared tab, struck through and through
Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command
Defense Prisoner Of War/Missing Persons Office
Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency,
…bureaucrats, shuffled like cards

Found lost-alas-in two-foot printed stacks
Missing men & sent recovery team
Shot azimuth back, through time & grid
White-taped & numbered artifacts
As if Tutankhamen’s sepulcher
Each cubit unearthed, spade the gravediggers

Conical hats, bent-strained backs
Sifted grommet, buckle, & grenade pin
Fingers raked like fine-tooth comb
Monkey skull or tiger bone
Bore excavator’s chagrin
Found frozen dial, 5:22 & 10

Seiko’s fractured face, winked and grinned
‘Neath, two-foot loam, leaf and limb
Those new geographers lastly sought
In hollows of thin & decimated cloth
Hardened glue of bones exhumed
His father’s missing epitaph

Crusted Zippo, skull engraved
Dirt clogged eyes & charred wick
35 KILLS IF YOU ARE RECOVERING MY BODY FUCK YOU
Struck Mel the wheel, sparked he the flint
Thumbed Seiko’s face, inveterate trace, as
Mystery unwound, what made him tick

Closed Mel the lid, turned he the key
Locked mother’s chest, Per Stirpes[mfn]Legal, Latin term, pron. pur-stur-pees, used in wills to describe how estate should be distributed.[/mfn]
Scuffed grateful tear, but put to rest
With gravitas & Shakespearian wag
Like Yorick’s[mfn]Hamlet: Act 5, Scene 1, “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.”[/mfn] empty skull, his father
… a fellow of infinite jest