Vietnam
 
Landed early morning
Some say this is boring
Waiting, sitting, listening, wondering
Wondering when it starts to sing
Rustling in the grass I hear
All isn't as safe as it may appear
Shots are heard
Flying away we see flocks of birds
Shots heard again
Guns at ready and steady are the men
Suddenly I get shot in the thigh
Hurting wondering if this is where I say goodbye
I feel a deathly chill
I stand up and run towards the base of the hill
Bleeding from the wayside 
I take it all in my stride
I run up the hill
O what a thrill
The cries of men I hear are shrill
Soaked in blood
It's like a red death flood
Crazed by the taste
Bodies blown up into a hot sticky paste
Shooting off heads
Turning around to see everyone is dead
Drinking from the riverside where we landed
I am now stranded
I run to the forest near
There is nothing worse to fear
Than what I have seen
Or the path I have already been




                                 Nick Green