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					| The dreaded tunnels of Cu Chi stretch long and deep Dug into netherworld bowels, sneaky Vietcong to keep
 Foxholes dug for men to hide in the bosom of Mother Earth
 To give feared enemies wide berth.
 
 The great tunnels of Cu Chi
 Dug by desperate men systematically
 Replete with clandestine sleeping quarters
 Providing home-sweet-home for cunning rebel soldiers.
 
 Secreted tunnels of Cu Chi devoid of light
 Give sanctuary to camouflage foul enemies from sight
 Dug deep within a veritable network, this subterranean haven
 Where into living and fighting spaces fled the motley 
					craven.
 
 The massive tunnels of Cu Chi hosted beaucoup below-ground 
					cities
 Hidden from the light of day with all the civilities
 Conference rooms and hospitals dug far underground
 Tunnels rising oft to the surface in numerous spider holes 
					found.
 
 The tunnels of Cu Chi were dug for the Vietcong recluse
 To provide a place for these damned souls to dodge 
					fighting's noose
 With Charlie ducking in his hidey-hole to escape withering 
					firepower
 Here in buried depths malignant souls cower.
 
 In the tunnels of Cu Chi the treacherous Cong lie in wait
 For an unsuspecting enemy to take their dreadful bait
 Virulent foes make ready to emerge from subterranean dike,
 When they're ready hit-and-run from the heart of seclusion 
					to strike.
 
 The tunnels of Cu Chi hid a wily foe rancorous
 Clandestine Vietcong dug deep in their malevolence
 Waiting to shed from pent up solitude attacks injurious
 Hiding in earth's recesses to inflict wounds most 
					pernicious.
 
 Into Cu Chi tunnel confines bigger Americans cannot go
 Into the tunnel black like pitch pursue the cantankerous 
					foe.
 Therein go men small of stature but big of heart down the 
					rat hole
 A few choice men selected to ventilate the vermin soul.
 
 Tunnel rats were deployed down the hole to sincerely 
					advocate,
 To with subtle reasoning cajole...
 Then Xin-loi, tunnel rats routed out the surly Vietcong assh___
 uh, er soldiers.
 
 Tunnel rats could not be stopped by the foul specter of 
					death
 So taking what could be their last clean breath
 These vulnerable men went running the pits of hell
 Simply dropping from sight into the narrow, confining cell.
 
 Grave harm waits just around each dusty corner precarious
 All held in a teetering balance of life-threatening serious
 Living with trepidation each flickering moment critically 
					dangerous
 Heart pumping adrenaline surging on the ridge of life 
					hazardous.
 
 Go down brave hearts, aware of stark danger awaiting there
 Running tunnels a risk that prickles in your hair
 But half brave, half dinky-dau, still into the perilous 
					abyss you go...
 Chills running along your back in deep despair...
 But bravery demands you go... legions of hell to dare.
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					| By 
					Gary Jacobson Copyright 2006
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					November 24, 2010
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								About 
								Author... 
								In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co 
								2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple 
								Heart.
 Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he 
								hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by 
								a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are 
								full of silver threads that rise inside them as 
								the moon grows large." So Gary says he 
								writes because "It is that these silver 
								threads are words poking at me � I must let them 
								out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot 
								bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate 
								those who haven't the foggiest idea about the 
								effect that the horrors of war have on 
								boys-next-door."
 
					
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