For My Friend Snow
by Mike “Doc” Ainsworth
Early in the morning we started up the trail,
Pat was point man in this green hell of hells.
As we headed towards the ridge line everything
was quite and still…
In a few minutes men would be laying all over the hill…
Most of them wounded and some would be dead…
I can still the cries for medic and the
muzzle blast that rang in my head.
As I moved from man to man, not one did cry…
I remember Michael, Pat and Snow with death in their eyes…
We fought like hell to get out of that mess…
Now, for you in the street and behind that big desk…
In Vietnam we gave Americas best!
How many returned to face a life of ruin…?
Those of us that made it, a new life begins, dealing with bigots
and people we used to call a friend.
I’ve heard some of those people laugh…
Most of the time behind my back.
But, if they went to war today, tomorrow there would
be no last laugh.
(I first wrote this in 1968. Crawford Snow one of my very best friends
died on this day May 14, 1967, I trained in jump school with him. He
was 100% American Indian, a warrior and a brother and son.)
Airborne and ABU,
Mike “Doc” Ainsworth
9/66 to 5/14/67