Dragonflies
Looking like a swarm of dragonflies
Dragonflies on the hunt, on the prowl
Some with Crossed Calvary Sabers
Some with leering shark mouths
Heavy Hogs, coming in firing everything
Off to the sides, darting like angry hornets
The Cobras lay suppressive fire on all areas
From the trees the troops break and run
A mad dash across the LZ to the flaring Hogs
Gunners firing in deadly suppressive arcs
Troops running for their life, running to the Hogs
Carrying their wounded and dead, they leave no one.
One-One working drag, making sure all are aboard
First one in and last one out, One-One is the last to board
Floorboards awash in blood, wounded men in the doors
In the doors and firing at the approaching enemy
Cries of pain and the stench of death fill the cabin
Death get a free ride home tonight.
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