Hamburger Hill is my target tonight
And the thought of my mission just fills me with fright.
At the top of the ridge, I will rendezvous there
With my contact whose blue eyes and long, brunette hair
Disarm in an instant with effortless ease,
A hint of her perfume floats soft on the breeze.
Despite the attraction, we’ve work here to do:
It’s time that huge ammo dump finally blew.
We slip down the hill and dissolve in the dark.
It may seem like fun but this isn’t a lark.
Explosive and fuse are the tools of my trade –
You don’t last for long if you don’t make the grade.
Many the friend who’s been captured or killed;
You’re better off dead if they start with their drills.
A pat on the back and a day or two’s leave
Is the best I can hope for, there’s no time to grieve.
The cost of this victory, if one day it comes,
Can never be counted – see what I’ve become!
3 August 2016