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Battle of Ia Drang--Vietnam

I'm in serious shit,
I think I've been hit,
I reach for my thigh,
I'm adrenaline high,
I draw out a pistol,
and hear the whistle,
of enemies dropping bombs,

I struggle to stand,
and grab a friends ahnd,
together we run,
back to where we came from,
We take cover at our lines,
behind friendly mines,
and then I begin to pray.

We use our own wall,
and se enemies fall,
we fight on for days,
in quite a large daze,
finally after the smoke,
our uniforms soak,
with human blood.

We are the victors,
forever the victors,
here in Vietnam

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