Just Another Day
Sounding steps on an unstable bridge
Hoping sight of the friendly ridge
Marching to the sound of cadence hope
Caution at the base of the slope
A shot rings out and everyone dives
Everyone fixes bayonet knives
A firefight echoes on the valley floor
The gunship gunner is at the door
His sixty barks and rockets flare
Everyone is sick of this long nightmare
Helmets drop and blood flows red
The chaplain’s last rights for the dead
Graves registration has twenty more
Picked up later from the jungle floor
All the soldiers understand
It’s just one more battle in Vietnam
©7/15/07Terry Sutherland
Sans Peur
Terry
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