The Commissioned Warrant Officer
' The line will part, ' the 1st class said
' Doc get behind the wench and duck your head'
' That's nylon ', the CWO said,
' There's no need to duck bonehead
That's nylon it'll never shread '
Behind the wench we did hide
Cept the CWO who stood alone with pride
The line parted with a snap
Legs were gone, it did decap
' Hey Doc, he needs some help'
Tourniquets applied
' It doesn't hurt ', he barely felt
' Idiot ' the Bos'n said
' He's damn lucky, he ain't dead'
A helicopter took the CWO away
In two stretchers on that day
Blood Blood Everywhere
Legs are gone, I know, I was there
Casey HM3 1964
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