Angel With An M16
There is a tale I can relate to you
And I can guarantee that it’s true
It’s about a battle just north of Hue
On a hot and sultry summer’s day.
VCs were in control and we had laid back
But today was the day we chose to attack.
Some said we didn’t stand a ghost of a chance
Nevertheless we chose to advance.
The fighting became heavy and loses were fierce.
Charlie had defenses we just couldn’t pierce.
I looked and could see troops falling beside me
From flashes of enemy fire I could see.
Things became blurry and eerie around me
And I sensed firing coming from behind me.
I saw VC troops falling like flies –
I could hardly believe what I saw with my eyes.
The firing behind me kept finding its mark
As the battle continued almost till dark.
A sense of victory soon became ours
As Charlie continued to lose firepower.
As I waited for enemy fire to find me
I could sense the fire grow heavy behind me.
The enemy continued to fall before us
Things began looking good for us.
We continued advancing and soon left no doubt
The victory was ours, and it was a rout.
I was in some kind of a daze
Everything was covered by some sort of haze.
The firing that saved us was a real mystery
It was heavy and deadly and brought victory.
I turned back to see and all that was seen
Was an angel standing there with an M16.
Written by John Posey
5/12/15
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment