A chilly and dark place, Vietnam, In a chilly and heartless clash, Killing those, who had no face. Where on the water, We were sittin’ geese, Another day, may we last? Or run out of fortune? Once we moved calmly, Towards the rivers extend, Motion forward, Would this be the end? I had been a gunner; Behind the I lay of 50, Forcing my eyes, To view where the opponent was at. A marine spotter, High above in a tree, Came over the radio, I was being warned by him. “Flame a thirty-second burst”, ” 9 port-side” And I fired my thirty-second burst, Though reading men that are hurt cry. How can I feel? I’d ask myself, Must I care who I destroy?
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Or put over a rack? I’m a gentleman that is Christian, Experiencing lifes pain, Considering to myself, “In battles and discord, there is practically nothing to gain. I’m surviving in a crime, That’s often hard to keep, My other man was being killed by me, It’s really a struggle, must I care? Thou shan’t destroy, Maintains coming to brain. I wish to grasp my fellow-man, So kind. “It Is possibly them or you “, Is what I had been informed, I was never told by them, How I would feel after I grew not young. We’re moving further, I must be attentive, Or I too could not be alive, Or drastically hurt. With caution we approach,’Round another bend, Would the fighting and bombing, Start all over again?
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Having a sigh of comfort, No indicators of aggression, Gives me an opportunity, God hear my confessions. Basically should die, Within this area that is far away, Let’s not be broken, Remembrance in disgrace. In prayer I am taken, That I did not take, We again went faster, Picking up speed, We are under mortar attack; We are all over the place! Reducing and swerving, Need to abandon this room. The boat behind us, Getting hit very bad, That’s once the area cleaned, What I saw was rather unfortunate. The skipper was slain; The ship was hit, Those commie bastards, Didn’t know when to quit. Once again we fled, With our lives, We were being watched over by God, Behaving as our eyes.
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With rate from those diesels, There was got out of by us, This dread and force, Was much for many to keep. Eighteen long months, I am glad to declare, I have been achieving this, We never got hit. My life is owed by me, And that of our staff, That with safety and Godis support, We understood how to proceed. Do not ever forget this, I beg of you, We’re lucky to be living, And back it’s accurate! Our prayer to these, Who served because place, Is don’t feel broken, Do not feel shame. Like so many before us, Our region was offered by us well, Store your mind up large, We returned from hell. To All my respectable decreased and remaining comrades. God Bless by Gary W. Halsey Sr. www.bachelorschreibenlassen.com/