When We Saw Them Coming Up The River
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!