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By bp Submitted by bp Date: 2013 May 06 Comment on this Work [[2013.05.06.15.10.28781]] |
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i never cried by rgpage I never cried in viet nam, I just seemed to take it in. The missing limbs and twisted flesh Friends one day and gone the next. Was I too young to understand? And need someone to take my hand? No mother there to hold my hand No father there to teach me ways, To lead me through the day by days. Just left alone, and alone I stayed. Instead I found my bottle friend To stay my tears and hide my fears. Back then “charley” felt they owned the night. With blusterous thud the mortars hit, Of saying hi it was “charley’s” way then to be my friend by following day. From no where came the dragon ship, and tipping his left wing As a polite executioner saluting his victim just before unleashing hell. w/ firery tongue lapping up the earth while mini-guns roared, eagerly devouring all living things, Leaving “charley” w/ no where to run. All clear a small visit w/ my bottle friend And back to sleep in the alcohol deep. I was no john wayne, I didn’t fight the war A target yes for “charley’s” sights When the sun gave way to night. But no I didn’t fight. **I never cried glossary:** Charley=VC=viet cong=enemy: by day he acted like any of the population, some were even employed around the various bases. But at sundown he would turn… Dragonship=C-47=3 several barreled mini-guns mounted on left side of the plane capable of firing 5000 rounds per minute each w/ a phosphorous round places at every 6th round a tracer. At night this made it look like a steady stream of fire coming from the plane, hence the name “dragon ship” or “puff the magic dragon.” To aim the pilot had to dip his left wing and fly in a counter clock wise fashion. Very effective weapon… Written for a special friend A.S. |