Events depicted happened about ten miles from Tam Ki. |
Now With God Like a curtain falling dusk was coming down dark Men scurry here and there like ants in a sugar jar Green trucks careening, speeding to return safely to base Like lightening and thunder rockets strike the first and last The road is blocked; road sides deep ditch the only cover Rolling grenades across the road through the night Like children playing with explosive terrifying marbles One rolls to me, I stare and throw it back at them My scout is hit; the face bleeding, he quits breathing I cut his throat; break the pen to keep open the wound Hit his chest; he breathes through the pen once again Choppers firing, tracers flying it flies smoking to the ground Another rounds one more goes down before the jets arrive Like green bees buzzing green tracers firing from North, East and West The Thud drops fire then flaming falls into the ground We’re on our own with ammo low, the enemy grows tired Five hours of ambush now, before the battle breaks The score is topsy-turvy it’s eight to forty-three Eight of us died to their forty-three; might as well been me Scout died in my arms... now with God |