A NIGHT UNDER FIRE
Tracers streaming through the night,
No time for fear, no place for flight.
The smell of death is all around;
We dug a home inside this ground.
Enemy evading rifle's sights,
We don't see them but smell their fright.
Puff The Magic Dragon called to take the aim
With rapid mini-guns, another victory claimed.
The taste makes grown men choke;
A trace of it yet lingers.
Rancid smell,burnt bodies; smoked,
Weapons clasped in shell-shocked fingers.
Body trembles with fear and wrath
As monsoons roar above our heads.
In foxholes we take our baths
Then with daybreak, count our dead.
The Captain signals to regroup,
As one, we seek for higher ground.
As medics land, we help to move,
Injured comrades we have found.
Another day in jungle "Paradise",
All youthful innocence expired.
The warriors gaze now in our eyes;
For some, their last night under fire.
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