The Sniper In the Tree
Years ago this story I am told
Of a bullet that came from a tree
No combat yet a peaceful day
One walking to gather water to shave
Helmet in hand to pick up the water
A bullet hit him in the head
Unable to yell with blood in his throat
David came to his rescue
Pulling him to safety yelling for a medic
The medic refuses to help
He is dead already lave him be
Dave not happy he pointed his M-16
You help or die
A dust off on its way to carry Tony away
David had thought he had lost his best friend
Lifting him into the chopper
Bullets sprayed across it
With his juggler vain sliced
No one knew until he got to Dang
A 30-minute ride away
Till this day David is still my friend
Even though my brother life had an end
It is as if he stepped into my brother’s shoes
Both are my heroes even today
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