PART TWO
THE PATROL

THE PATROL

The chopper went down over there,
The smell of fuel is everywhere,
She's ablaze and a burnt out mess,
The crew did the job on her, I guess.

Spread out men,
And look very close,
The two men on board,
Is what we want most!

Stay on alert,
The VC's near,
Recon said a platoon,
That's what I hear.

Keep moving men,
Push ahead,
I want them back,
Alive or dead.

Over here Captain,
On the ground,
It's Smooth and Doc.
Silence.

RED DOG
Copywrite by David T. Roberts 2000

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