AP AN NHUT, 14
I've read the map in daylight, so I know
where to go,
It's moving quietly at night, that makes
everything so slow.
Once we're in position, feeling tired and
all lie here and we wait, till the sun brings on the dawn.
The hamlet is so peaceful, not a dog would
dare to bark,
And it all comes into view, now it’s no
The "0" group has just finished, and
they're getting to their feet.
Just a blinding flash and then a bang,
every one goes down,
Not one has been left standing, just
bodies lying round.
For those that have been wounded, help is
But for three of those still lying, it's
too late for any care.
Milligan, Bourne and the Kiwi too,
It would be just the same if it had been
me or you.
All over so quick you live or you die,
A column of smoke blasting straight to the
But the sky
is still blue and the grass is still green,
To the left hells inferno, to the right,
Thatched huts and palm trees, people
starting their day,
Breakfast is finished what more can I say.
The "Dust Off’s" now racing, low cross the
Don't know why they hurry, there aren't any baddies.
For the next six hours it's cordon and
routine's automatic, but the anger still hurts.
It struck home once more in that stinking
taste of war is bitterly sour.
C Coy 1st Tour