Thump Thump Thump
Thump, thump, thump,
I can hear the choppers
They are inbound
Med Evac
Another day in the bush
Another man down
I throw out a flare
It’s a hot LZ
Small arms fire
From a sniper
In a tree
Sitting in front of the TV
I watch the war
In full HD
I can see the fear
The talking heads
Say we are losing the war
The minds and souls
Are not on our side
We are the invaders
Sent to enforce democracy
Not necessarily to practice it
Thump, thump, thump,
The mortar rounds closing in
Wish I were anywhere but here
Skipper looks worried
As the radio squawks
Unfriendlies are inside the wire
Lock and load
It’s going to be a long night
I wish those talking heads
Were here to fight
Hope I’m still here
At first light
I put on my slippers
And head off to bed
Not knowing the truth
But feeling so dead
Leeches and communist
Are sucking me dry
I wish Ho Chi Minh
Had never been born
Stalin and Hitler
Just bad dreams
From the blue
I sleep in a fog
Next to my dog
Outside my window
There’s a sound
In the fog
Thump, thump, thump, thump …
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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