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With the sound of distnce hueys


As the news from today,

Sink into my soul.

Sound of Hueys to the west,

Bring back memories.

Hot August day so long ago.

New green lambs,

stumble out all of 19.

Look at this latest batch.

As you spit,

Thinking one thought.

Lambs for slaught.

Returning to task at hand,

Clean, oil and reload.

As Hueys settle,

No time to ask.

Take a lamb with you.

Store your thoughts trooper,

As the Hueys take off.

Old lions eyes closed on the ride.

Awake to the pings of AK's.

Smell of urine and fear,

Hueys hovers.

Bringing fresh,

Lambs for slaughter,

written in honour of every name on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall, Washington D.C.



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