Boots On the Ground
Saddle up! Saddle up! It time to go.
I heard the Sergeant’s call
I held by rifle against my chest,
And vowed to give my all
It’s time the Sergeant said, move out
Let put your boots on the ground
For God, Corps and Country,
I took a solemn oath, I’m duty bound
To the landing zone I gladly went
Then the day slowly began to wane
I picked up my ammo and weapon,
Not a word did I complain
Suddenly, I heard high in the sky
The gunships thundering roar,
I watched with great anticipation
Then felt my pulse begin to soar
Six Huey Cobra gunships suddenly
Bursting forth from the sky
It was my ride to to camp Khe Sanh
Where many marines live and die
Towards the besieged compound
Without a word we went
Their engine roaring louder,
The gunships pilots refusing to relent
When I arrived on the battlefield,
I stepped out and pensively planted my feet
I looked around at my surroundings
The pestilence of war their I meet
From inward fears beyond passion’s pledge
In their hands they held my fate
And of this mortal enemy
Their rockets would not abate
Then I heard the sergeant shouting
I wished the rocket had gone awry
While in this dreary existence
I turned to God and sought a reason why
I dove into my sand bag bunker, I didn’t’ hesitate
I felt my heart beat strong in a bunker in Khe Sanh
And when the sun rises heralding a new day
I’ll strain all my senses, look and ponder long
I never meant to linger, only thirteen months I’ll stay
For strong is the life of which I intend to save
As the North Vietnamese Army surrounds us
Their intent obvious, to put me in a grave
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