M-60 Machine Gun

An M-60 machine gun is a wonderful thing.
Unless you are the one that is feeling its sting.
On May 23, 1971 it happened to me and it wasn't any fun.
Me and two friends walked into an ambush that night.
It was the very first time that we had to fight.
Eyeball to eyeball there was no where to run.
I was actually looking down the barrel of his gun.
As the night wore on I found myself between the enemy
and our line of defense.
Everyone was shooting at me.. it did not make since.
The M-60 was digging up dust around me.
Its red tracers going by my head is exactly what I did not want to see.
To be alive I am grateful.. God help all of us who came home to be grateful not hateful.