A Walk In The Jungle Poem by Herbert Dry

Walking in the jungle sweat on your forehead It's steamy and hot
Mosquitoes in your face leaches in the water snakes in the vines
Will we all from the jungle walk the answer we know not
With weapons in hand we look for the enemy there is no sign

The next step we may live the next step we may die
The day is filled with uncertainty tomorrow will be the same
A walk in the jungle is no time to think about hamburgers and fries
Some live another day some sent home a tombstone with their name

A day in the jungle is a gamble you hope you have the winning hand
In your bunk at night again you dream about your loving wife
You look on your left hand there a golden wedding band
You had a winning hand today you leave the jungle with your life