A shot rings out
In the middle of the night
I turn to my left
Turn to my right
Wild men's eyes
All that I can see
I'm lost in Vietnam
God help me
Stare down my sights
Look through the wire
Search for movement
Near and Far
Listen for sounds
That don't seem quite right
Wonder if Charlie's coming
If he'll hit us tonight
Thoughts of home
Washed away
Think only of surviving
To live another day
Someone screams 'Medic'
A chill goes up my spine
Crawl out of my bunker
Wondering if I've lost my mind
I run to a kid
Look at his wound
Tell him it's okay
He'll be going home soon
'Help me, Doc
Don't let me die'
I stare at his wound
Want to cry
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