“I CAN HEAR 'EM COMING, Marine, hold on! You're gonna make it. Talk to me; you got the million dollar wound, you'll be going home.

Corpsman!

What's that your saying? Man stop talking crazy; it's a scratch nothing more. Here, have a hit off my smoke, take a little of my water. Cold? Yeah it's the night chill; you know how it is!

  Doc!

Jesus, you're shaking like a leaf; I'll keep you warm with this poncho. Where the hell is the Doc?

 Doc...! We got a man hit over here, he needs help!

Shit! Incoming! I'll cover your six no sweat GI. We in the shit but the Choppers are coming so hang in there Bro. Damn thick canopy! We gotta move you to the clearing Bro. Don't sweat the small shit. We've been suckin' wind before, we ain't no cherrys. Soon we'll pop a smoke and you'll be on your way to the land of the round eye. Bet you can't wait to get back to the world. Bet you,...shit!

Wake up!

What's your name Marine? Where are you? Come back here - Freedom birds close...

Corpsman,…Doc!

Listen to my voice Gyrene; don't fade on me. You're a short timer in the Nam now. Come on, look at me!...”

 

Can't put death on hold

so I've been told,

I've seen more young men die

than I have old

 

Living 'neath the tree's

Napalm in the breeze

50 caliber choppin'

Men droppin' to their knees

 

Pop a green,

Pop a red,

makes no difference

to the dead

 

Chopper on the wind

Fire spittin' from the twins

Hot extraction

Gonna live to fight again

 

Holdin' my Brother

Pain in my chest

Freaking Charley killed

Another of America's best

 

Got some!

Gave some!

Saved some !

Lost some!

 

© Richard D. Preston

 

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