When We Saw Them Coming Up The River

by C.B.Burgess

Few days compare for bliss of heaven,
Like Christmas Day of ’67.
The stifling air was swelling hot;
A good day though for jungle rot.

Anticipating chocolate chewy,
We cut a place to land a Huey.
Hot chow and whisky, gifts with bells;
New cameras caught what pictures tell.

Doc Webb and me were put to task;
Down to the banks with strings of flasks!
Our hearts did pang with love’s sharp sliver
When we saw them coming up the river;

Two Donut Dollies firm and sweet,
Came to our realm with kicking feet:
We hid them out, just me and Doc,
And volunteered for perimeter watch.

Our confession now is filled with pain,
For what we did we feel such shame;
The day we screwed our Airborne brothers,
But exactly how? By wooing others!

C.E.Burgess (2007)