Kilo-India-Alpha

Flyin' in, top of the trees

looking for ground but hard to see

Red smoke driftin' up  ahead

one more trip into the land of the dead

Hope this bird fly's true and straight

don't want to be dealt aces and eight's

feet are meant to be on the ground

feeling ok longs I hear some sound

Bullets ripping this tin can

Gunners making his last stand

got a grip on the seat, sweat on my brow

smoke comin' in  gotta make it somehow

Engine quit, Gunners dead

situation bleak blood flowing red

Kilo India Alpha,  were going down

Silence,

silence,

silence,

So Profound...

Boondocker 4/24/01

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