David R. “Poppa” Alexander

WISH YOU WERE HERE!

Steam rising from the rice paddy
… Steam rising from the blood left there.
…… Does anyone care?

Half of the unit either dead or wounded
… Choppers coming in for them
…… Heck, sometimes I wish it were me.

Charlie hit and run, hit again
… Messy thing they do
…… Cruel maybe, but to only us.

Writing letters to widows and mothers back home
… What the hell do I say?
…… Climb up on the ledge and jump, easy way out.

Orders from those above
… They could care less, they don’t have to go
…… I take that back, the pain of command is a real pain also.

Kill or be killed?
… I didn’t learn this in High School
…… I wonder if Mr. Phelps thinks of me sometimes.

High School?
… That must have been a hundred years ago
…… Safety of the class room, I didn’t even have a clue.

Time to go
… No more time to think about this crap
…… Damn, another night patrol?

Hey you at home
… Having a great time
…… Wish you were here.