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PLAYING CHICKEN WITH MORTARS

Contributed by docpardue on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 05:57:27 AM in AEST
Topic: war



Three young soldiers
Beemer, Fishburn, and me
In far off land we reside
We sit on top of our bunker
During mortar attacks
Watching the rockets
Take their ride

These three matadors
Influenced by their brew
Devise a game called chicken
Daring each other
To outlast one another
First one in our bunker is the chicken
We all stand there
Watching the fireworks show

Egging each other on
We pronounced our bravery after each volley
We toast each other after each round
Explodes upon the land
We stand and laugh at each other
In our drunken state
We would call for the VC to send them closer
Standing there yelling
You missed us

One round lands close
We all three dive inside
Beemer and I fall on each other
Laughing all the while
Fishburn lays unmoving
All clear is sounded
We go inside our clinic
Beemer and I are sadden
Saying we lost our friend

While telling our story
Our backs facing away from the door
Along comes Fishburn
Walking thru the door
We turn to see him thinking
We were seeing his ghost
Old Fishburn just a little drunker
Just knocked himself out cold

We never did decide the winner
We found that friendships were made
Playing stupid games in our youth
As I look back with better wisdom
And think we sure were dumb
But I still laugh at the memory
Of our youthful drunken game

Kerry “Doc” Pardue
Copyright 2004




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Re: PLAYING CHICKEN WITH MORTARS (User Rating: 1 )
by Stoney1 on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 06:04:27 AM AEST
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Yep!...That's gotta rate right up there with playing train tag.*g*

Stoney


Re: PLAYING CHICKEN WITH MORTARS (User Rating: 1 )
by Hanno on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 06:35:04 AM AEST
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I never played chicken with mortars...I just turned chicken.


Re: PLAYING CHICKEN WITH MORTARS (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 06:44:54 AM AEST
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Hi Doc!! Good to see ya write another.... This is sad but I enjoyed it immensely... It gives me insight as to what you guys went through even while in distress....
Hugs
Jenni


Re: PLAYING CHICKEN WITH MORTARS (User Rating: 1 )
by pvd on Thursday, 29th July 2004 @ 07:43:49 PM AEST
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Good piece. I hope you write more about this and other memories I think many American choose to forget the war. I think we should always remember.




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