Fall from grace
Tortured soldier’s face
Desperate brothers hangin’ on
Firelight sky, crimson dawn
Mortar fire, cancers grow
Claymore mines, bodies blow
Lucid dreams, tunnel runs
Thunder, lightning, heavy guns
Right side, wrong side
Too many reds, spirits died
Smokin’ weed, M-16 jam
No one home gives a dam
Flyin’ high, Jeff Aeroplane
You and me, totally insane
When will it ever end
Deadly turn, river bend
Poetic Alchemist 
wow good one! were u there? funny i wrote one recently – period piece – damaged goods. nice running across yr. blog again.
Was that really going on 50 years ago? Yikes! Good one, young hippie!