Boom! Boom! Boom! Sounds the guns!
This is what we trained for boys.
We all thought it be fun.
That is why we signed up, why we volunteered.
Now we fight for what we know not.
A hill here, a trench there.
A fire base or LZ.
Ground pounders protect all the way.
Charlie coming down the trail.
Ox and cart or just by foot.
We find them in that hell.
The flyboys fry them up good.
Fast movers screaming over head.
Choppers slicing through the air.
Cobras lighting up the trees with tracer.
Keep the NVC at bay and us safe.
I can’t wait for that ride home.
Hope I don’t get shot down going to the rear.
Dump my gear, give up my weapon.
All set to go home son, Mama‘s cooking awaits.
I hope I make it to just being short.
Been here for 130 days with 365 a long way gone.
Wish I had it easy with a job in the rear.
While being dark helps in the jungle, it helps not back with the officers.
Mama is sick but I can’t leave, not after Tet.
Nope I am stuck till the VC calm down or I die.
That would do no good too.
Got to stay strong, alive and well.
Rain is coming again looks like a hell of a storm.
Never had storms like this back home in the States.
I toss on my poncho and pray my weapon don’t seize up.
Because tomorrow is 131 and home never looked so good.