Some night they didn’t know

where they were and didn’t care,

prayed the gunships

would find an ambush patrol

caught between the Cambodian Border

and the city of Tay Ninh .


When it was over and daylight came,

they got purple hearts

for their trouble, saluted

colonels and brigadiers

pinning silver

on each other’s chests,

bragging how tough it was,

how brilliant they were,

hovering at a thousand feet.



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