“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! 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! ©
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