we pulled you out
we did not believe you'd
see another day after claymore
put you and your friend down in that
foxhole where the C.O. was directed to
have you to wait for the north and the vc
left their calling card because you did not
know it was too early in the season to be
with cold beers and hot tanning oils and
look at that woman jeff she ain't too
tough for you did you know it was
something like fortitude of
your dreams in southeast
asian skies where
the birds felt
the roar
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