Bullets Flying
Bullets bullets flying, hitting there targets from afar
Blood dripping from a bandage with looks of fear
Tiny tiny pellets within, exploding going through helmets
Snipers pinning down these hero's, to the ground
Liftoff choppers with red cross, yellow smoke seen landing
Fifty calibers with tracer bullets red then red, then red
Claymore mines with a sign, point toward the enemy
C-4 knocking at the door, used to start a camp fire
C-rations with four cigarettes and a stick of gum inside
P-38 opening cans of food, while the rain moves sideways
Punji stick traps, holes under ground hiding VC
Thought’s of home Christmas Day While battling for you
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