We called those who were not Combat Troops, and
remained behind when we went on Ops, Pogos.
POGO
It clings to them who see no foe,
Who cannot join those who go,
To fight the battle one on one,
Their dread and fear to overcome.
He is always waiting; anxious, and,
He is oft aware of his shaking hand,
He is sick inside from the fear of fear,
That never leaves him; always near.
And when the action closes in,
And he sees the tracers, hears the din
He cringes from his own despair,
And the horror that he cannot share,
For he has not learned yet how to die,
And he will forever be asking why.
Ó01 April 04 Colin F Jones
This is what we call Pogo in the States
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