Philippines, a Narrative: Haikus

“I’m not liking it,”
Says one sick U.S. marine.
Groaning, he sits down.

He swallowed hard, his
Tear-brimmed eyes pleading for help.
“Dramamine!” he begs.

Poor fellow named Bob,
Too tall for his tiny rack
Bashed his head again.

Ship gently rocking
In the turquoise sea it rolls.
Many marines puke.