It was the night before Chrismas. We were on "Ambush Patrol". Not a movement was stirring. We did not hear a soul!
When all of a sudden , blasts pierced our ears. And we knew in an instant that the VC were here.
Tracers did fly through the night air. We set off our claymores. Charlie advanced, and showed no fear!
When All of a sudden, Rotor Blades were heard. And in flew from no where, a Gunship, a War-Bird.
It shot off its rockets, its mini-Gun did hum. The 40 MM grenade launcer made the VC run.
When Christmas finally came. The sun broke through the sky.
Our Christmas presents were "Medivacing" the wounded. And counting how many had died!
By Bammo
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