Vietnam

In the jungles of Vietnam we wage war.

Is this a cause worth dying for?

Sit and reminisce on my past.

Like a ghost trying to see through a looking glass.

Visualize my dreams.

Think about all the things that mean something to me.

Rain bombards my helicopter.

No room for me to falter.

I watch my bullets obliterate the north Vietnamese.

Every bullet fired makes my heart freeze.

Stains my brain.

Ice covers my veins.

Sudden explosion.

My body is frozen.

Ears ringing.

Its burning.

Must be more than 100 degrees.

The helicopter spirals towards the trees.

Boom.

Crash land.

American man.

Falling, right into the enemies hand.

I feel the warmth from the metal debris.

It's hard to breathe.

The world spins before me.

Gunshots all around.

Got to get off the ground.

I stand.

Gun in my hand.

Determination on my face.

Gleam in my eye

Ready and willing to die.

Bullets pierce flesh.

I feel no pain.

I see men catching bullets right through their brains.

Black smoke fills the air.

Enters my lungs.

My job is done.

The fat lady has sung.

I fall to the ground.

Explosions all around.

I see men die.

Erased from the earth.

As I breathe my last breath.

Death dulls my eyes.

Look down.

I can see my own intestines.

Dying in this jungle so alive with bad intentions.