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Attention: All Bravo Company 2/47th (Vietnam) Vets - I need your help, PLEASE send any stories, pictures, memories, poems or ideas that you would like to see on this site. HELP ME MAKE THE WORLD REMEMBER!! Thanks!
Remember My Brothers, The Older A Panther Gets, The More Powerful He Becomes!
“Box Me Up And Send Me Home”
We became brothers in Nam; the “Go Devil” Brigade, while our mothers at home’ our “Ditty Bags” they made. Carnival targets dodging lead, with no where to run, boxed in on all sides said, “Are we having fun?” Boxed in, shot up, dusted off, Direct pressure to the wound stops the bleeding, feet off the ground, keep the man warm. We flew home as we went, alone and alert, but were shamed, enraged with no where to vent the loss and the rage and the pain. Running no where over there where brothers we became, before “The World” did not care and we lost our names. by Ed Andrews
The following poem was sent to me by Augie Pisano,
B 2/47 4th Platoon , it was written by his brother Joseph who sent it to Augie in Nam, Augie brought it back and sent it here.
WAR A BAD DREAM
I was paranoid one night and fell into a dream, as bullets raged,I heard my brother scream. He crawled very slowly,and his body seemed afloat, he's old enough to kill,but not old enough to vote. Is it fair to send him off to war, without him knowing what he's dying for. As the blood oozed from the deep crevice it stained the ground, it formed a thick puddle,then there wasn't a sound. Yes his life is slipping,and can not be grasped There's another poke of air he failed to gasp. He's telling me before it's farewell, I must go to heaven,cause i'm just leaving hell. Now he's lying on his back,aface to the sky, as he dies,he says,dear god tell me why. Lying on dank sod,as his end grew near, he saw a light and felt no fear. A falling star was the lord's strange sign, and in place of that star,he's spending his time.
From Doc Peterson- Christmas 1968- "With apologies to the original author who is unknown(And probably wants to stay that way!)"
Jingle Bells, Mortar Shells Charlies in the grass Take your merry Christmas And shove it up your A**
This ditty was sent to the Peterson family in a letter sent to arrive on or before Christmas day,1968. Doc Peterson spent Christmas day treating injuries from several drunken brawls,a young kid who was hit by a truck,and 5 hours talking to a GI who had accidentally OD'D on cold pills and pain killers on top of his ulcers. All survived their meeting with Doc Peterson at Ben Luc Bridge that day!
War From A Grunt's Eye View
MOST OF US CAME HOME IN A "BIG IRON BIRD"
THOUGH WE WERE ABLE WE SPOKE NOT A WORD
OF THE THINGS WE HAD SEEN AND THE THINGS WE HAD HEARD
WE EACH CARRIED HOME EVERY MAN THAT WE LOST
AND WE ALL CAN TELL YOU IT'S NOT WORTH THE COST
for my brothers-"Fats"
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