The Candor of the Enemy
They were once young warriors well trained Marines
Trained by their government...mean green killing machines...
They tromped through the jungles looking to kill,
Hoping to avoid dying with an ineffable feel!
For deep in the jungle Vietcong all around.
Waiting to ambush and placed us prone on the ground
At the precise moment they opened fire on the point man
But though they show power; as best as they can
Shined on the tempest wake, their wondering hours done!
Their plight to remember...But what is their remedy? None!
It was for freedom or so they were told
Under the glow of the Vietnam sun; dead...stone cold!
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