THE AGENT
Paul lost his Brother after his long illness with AGENT ORANGE and PTSD.
Paul Norton wrote:
"The Agent " has collected my brother's receipt, he
has died.
John Norton, Grand Blanc Class of 1959 has died in
Illinois. He was RA ( Regular Army) U.S.Army 1963 to
1966. Two tours in Vietnam..honorable discharge,
and Agent Orange cancers recognized by our glorious
Veterans Affairs system that was so kind to fry his
insides with radiation in not only the right area, but
also some wrong areas for good measure. They
apologized to him in their own warm govt. way. He of
course is who inspired me in the middle of the night
after he began to suffer, to write the 'Agent ' poem.
Hell, I ain't no poet. It just came out. I was gonna
toss it out and Shirley said save it. It is for all the
Cpl. John Norton's who have suffered, are suffering,
and have yet to suffer, from Agent Orange
exposure.We poor mislead shits that joined to save
America sure got a surprise didn't we? As an enlistee
myself, I can say that. Nothing new to report except
that my oldest brother John , a veteran, has died. I
know he is not hurting now and is in a better place.
Younger brother Paul.
The Agent
I am the reminder.
I am a herald of sorrow and anguish..
Pain and misery precede me on my appointed rounds.
I
collect on debts owed. I am the keeper of receipts.
My list of diagnosis grows. I grow.
I am the Agent.
Through the years my disguises are many.
The result is the same.
I am irresistible, unstoppable, though once
preventable, now terminal.
Final.
Look here to the dark angel of a generation
misguided and mismanaged.
I am the way to this inglorious and undeserved end.
I have the last word.
I
am the Agent.
I am the instrument of early demise ongoing.
I am a corrupter of men's ideal and intentions.
I am the Agent.
Some will escape me. Not many. All will know of
me.
I know whom I have gotten and who yet remains.
I have the last word.
I am the Agent. I am dioxin.
I AM AGENT ORANGE
Written by a Vietnam Veteran Waiting For The Agent
