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WHERE ARE THE CHOPPERS
we were pinned down
charlie was holding a ambush
no choppers seem to be around
It had been a full moon
we would be goners
hopefully choppers soon
The gooks were hunting us
to the north and to the east
if found they're will be a fuss
fixing bayonets. they're getting near
using machetes they search
whop whop whop, the choppers are here
landing zone is hot
Pilots are courageous
Ist chopper is badly shot
we med evacuate the crew
cobra ships shooting the enemy
exhausted and wounded away we flew
JDW2011
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