Whole platoon was dug in deep
With no spot left for me!
Except this root above the trail
Against this old oak tree!
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Below was an opening
Between dense brush and trees!
Path, I would be a sitting duck,
Of course prayed, “God help me, Please!”
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Our artillery, one-50’s came,
Like, flip-flapping above! (*)
To crash into the underbrush!
The caves, one sound I loved!
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Pinpointed they had mastered well
Art of zeroing in!
Blasts came think and heavy,
With the sound right deafening!
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I felt hot on my leg!
Flipped but would not move!
Shell fragment size of my curved hand!
Like, forming a groove!
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Showed it then to squad leader
He whistled, it fell free!
Had to bounce of something then
I looked up to that tree!
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Al’s rifle was like leaning there
Fixed-bayonet just leaned,
Just inches above my head the
Bone handle cracked, it seemed!
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I showed it again to buddy Al
He just whistled, “Oh well!”
“Yeah,” I said, “This is getting old!
May just send some to Hell!”
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I found thin wire and then went
Downhill to the trail!
Stared left where the bombs had dropped,
This scheme had better prevail!
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I felt eyes watching, quite obvious!
I faced them with the grenade.
Hoping they were watching
While I fixed it, no shade!
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Carefully I straightened the pin,
Then once wired in place,
I glared down that hill and went back up,
Thankful I still had a face!
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Darkness came fast, I heard my friend snore.
Then something else on that trail,
Enemy after that hand grenade, fixed other,
Flipped handle and let it sail!
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Sparks flying from grenade, woke Al,
“Get rid…!” He stammered, “I did!”
Sailed through a spot of light above
Double explosion the bid!
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Another sound indistinctly came from
The wounded foe!
Then real yelling from the cave down there
It was all I needed to know!
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(*) Sound they made overhead.
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Sam Cox 02.24.09
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