Vietnam, a dark and chilly spot, In a turmoil that is heartless and chilly, Eliminating these, who’d no encounter. Where on the water, We were sittin’ geese, May we last another day? Or runout of fortune? Once we moved silently, Towards the rivers bend, Movement forward, Might this function as the stop? I used to be a gunner; Behind the I sat of 50, Pushing my eyes, Where the foe […]