Christmas 1968
Christmas 1968
We laughed and said
"Merry Christmas Viet Cong"
Exhausted we all fell into bed
Listened to Aretha and her song
Sleep was not to be
All of a sudden such an Explosion
1 guy said "it's the VC "
Out the door, rifles in hand
Noise so loud and lights so bright
Gooks were running everywhere
We had them in our sights
Rockets and mortars, flashed in the air
Everything a mess, scared we do confess
We fought and finally overcome
All this fight in our state of undress
Remembering later Santa would come
But!!
St. Nick took 1 look and away he went
Calling his reindeer to run like hell
Yelled your presents will be sent
We knew the story he would tell
He cried out Merry Christmas
Get home soon, and good night
We got no sleep, but we didn't fuss
We had endured a hell of a fight
_________________
when all media is confiscated
Poet's shall show them the way
CREATED BY,
JD. WHITMAN © 1970
SEMPER FI
USMC
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