You were dead when I got there, managed to drag yourself
almost to the treeline across the sandy open place
they planned to kill us in,

You can read the whole poem on the VQR Magazine website

W.D. Ehrhart says of this poem:

The final poem in the opening sequence, “North of Tam Ky, 1967,” suggests both how Anderson survived and what it cost him:

I had inside of me in those days a circuit breaker between head
and heart that shut out everything but the clarity of fear.

* * * *

I flipped the switch and went cold,
the same whose wires I tinker with these twenty-three years after,
a filament flickering in the heart and then the blaze of light.

[W.D. Ehrhart, “What Grace is Found in So Much Loss?”, VQR, Winter 1997