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					| Great iron birds beat o'er the veil of war horrors O'er contentious fierce warrior actors
 Above Devil's travailing twixt dusky marauders
 Hear its battling echoes above sweet-and-sour air tromping
 Hear death's rattle in helicopter's whomp whomp whomping
 Murmuring agony songs sung of doom impending.
 
 O give these clay feet of mine wings to fly
 Far above the veil of war on high
 Above tormenting rain falling from fervid sky
 O'er righteous wrath of a thousand young doves
 Warring hawks, from both sides, frail freedom shoves
 Negotiation's done... take off the gloves.
 
 Iron horses carry warriors o'er ancient trees dancing
 To battle triumphant with droning wings chanting
 Heaven's Cavalry through awful veil of war floating
 Above red hued dawns forever lost
 Wetting up courage, reckoned evil in a jungle to accost
 War Knotting verdant scarlet in tempest tossed.
 
 We're just infantrymen sent to patrol anguished jungle track
 Through the tortured veil of war to hack
 Humping rice paddy dikes of mud and blood to a foe attack
 Primal screams borne in warrior throats will not cease
 Cacophonous noise lodged tight in oppressive silence
 Clutching fearsome death mid a sweat and toil cadence.
 
 Saddle up those fear laden dreams of shadowy enemies
 Waiting beyond the veil of war bearing death decrees
 Dinky dau banshees building xin loi memories
 Swarthy men dedicated America's offending beast to kill
 Preoccupied with your dying, their fondest will
 To bury patriotism's essence... to nourish with blood 
					ancient alien hill.
 
 Warriors bear brave witness, waiting, courage steeling
 From your ride to the war through the veil of war watching
 See life's great mysteries unfolding
 With festering fear awaiting the virulent hand of fate
 Wondering while riding o'er this verdant land of hate
 Why some men live, and some die, your soul saturate.
 
 War asks questions without answer
 Soaring through the veil of war the pot to stir
 Spiritual meaning all a blur
 Brave warriors fighting for good o'er vile evil
 Contesting who will win the peasant's ville
 Who will this day their freedom instill?
 
 This day we'll fight with flesh and bone and sinew
 Giving all the best that's in you
 Coming through the veil of war to Vietnam
 Sent to win hearts and minds of man
 Or lie zapped in red marmalade pools of flotsam
 Lifeless in corkscrew jungles of the Nam?
 
 Take me with you on this intrepid journey
 Through the veil of war to win the big money
 Lead on to foreign lands brave with destiny
 Past boundaries of time tempest tossed
 Cross swords with brave tongues forever lost
 Forget for awhile the mortal cost.
 
 Brothers entomb in verdant cathedrals of gnarled forest
 Laid low below the veil of war at a master's behest
 Fears cradled behind shield and buckler of graven stone
 Sent to harvest forests with wicked tares' o'ergrown
 To plant seeds by raging tempests blown
 To win the peace by warriors sown.
 
 Lofty mountains rise before this veil of war eschewing
 Evils borne in them awful guilt of my warrior doing
 Memories put down on a hot LZ landing
 M-16s on rock �n' roll exploding
 Charlie di di mau running. Grenades belching
 Panic invading mid flying shrapnel burning �n' blazing.
 
 Who carries the body bags on the bloody trail
 We'll need them, when beyond the veil of war we fail
 Long nights filled with silence till the dead wail?
 There, humping the booneys with a cherry too.
 Twinks find fearful misery of body and mind 
					beaucoup
 Listen! Listen, sweet innocence! They're coming for you.
 
 Listen to veterans for the clear sound of truth
 Red Legs beyond the veil of war sight deadly azimuth
 Salvos trumpeting thund'rous guns forsooth
 Driven like giant Buicks to fill tortured air uncouth
 O'er Recon Rangers born in bloody sweet-and-sour wood
 Death's ambrosia hovers o'er the grunt brotherhood.
 
 Fight furious the bestial battle
 Hear Jolly Green Giant mini-guns prattle
 Spooky Cobras find mortals below the veil of war brittle
 Incoming Slicks dart in from hell's sky on high
 Puff the Magic Dragon blasting fiery pestilence
 Targeting tree lines with saturated abhorrence
 Wafting cordite with gunpowder's sweet fragrance.
 
 O, I've Five days and a wake up till my war's over
 Till I return to that sweet land of milk and clover...
 Finally carry home this valiant warrior
 Far beyond where I with the Cong rail
 Leaving in my six my slain brothers cloudy pale
 To forever honor brothers passed to Valhalla's veil.
 
 Back in the world waits Mother America
 Where nobody understands but warriors, of war's esoterica
 She waits there, she who cast her sons o'er heartbreak 
					sea...
 Wonder what she'll think of me...
 Who offered my very life for liberty?
 I rode life's rim to the point of death, for this country
 With brave men who fought for freedom for you and me!
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					| By 
					Gary Jacobson Copyright 2009
 Listed 
					November 15, 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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