We Are An Asset
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This is historical fictional narrative poem, written from my own perspective of what my grandfather would have thought and experienced while deployed in Vietnam while agent Orange was being used . To slaughter forests and ecosystems.
Information on Agent Orange:
The affects of agent Orange( herbicide) weren't fully known during combat and the soldiers were not aware of the adverse affects until after the war and the company that created it was sued for causing cancer . In the lawsuit, the prosecutor stated that people exposed to agent Orange were developing cancers and passing on birth defects to there children due to uncontrolled exposure to dangers chemicals used inside of agent Orange .
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