I'm Going to Vietnam

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Imagine the surprise I gave to both my dad and mom
When I announced to them, “Guess what? I’m going to Vietnam!”
It sure meant something different circa 1969,
But I’ll be just a tourist, not a soldier, so it’s fine.
…Okay, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
They speak a bit of English, maybe not for every service.
I’m studying some phrases in their language, and it’s tough,
With different tones and accents; will my efforts be enough?
At least it has our alphabet, much easier to read
Than Japanese or Chinese, but a phrasebook I will need.
Of all the foreign countries that I’ve visited before,
Not one was so impoverished, not even Ecuador.
I can’t be sure a socialist republic won’t feel strict,
And worst of all, the bugs and food could make me very sick.
So why’d I choose to go there? Well, I’ve learned to hate the cold.
I leave in February when the weather’s gotten old.
I could have picked a safer bet like Chile or Brazil,
But moving from my comfort zone may mean a greater thrill.
I’ll spend most days there touring with a younger singles group.
My first day is their new year’s day; now there’s a cause to whoop.
The journey won’t be easy, so I’m feeling trepidation;
But nearly three months’ waiting gives me time for preparation.