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Christmas 1968 VietNam (Version 2)
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Twas Christmas night or rather the day just before
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as the spirit of the season had begun to soar.
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Remembering celebration of the holiday best
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till reality strikes by the demons of Death.
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Arriving with fear, creating cries and screams
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as they rob the youth, health and life of fellow Marines.
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Making me yearn for safety, family, happiness, shalom
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instead of suffering and death in this now jungle home.
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Taught many skills foremost to kill.
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And promised a dream that can’t be redeemed.
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Radioman on ambush December 24th of year 68,
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it’s pitchblack and downpouring as I consider my fate.
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“Oscar Poppa Two, Oscar Poppa Two, sit rep,” the radio suddenly squaks,
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“Oscar Poppa Two, Oscar Poppa Two, sit rep,” the sound seems to grow,
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stopping my reminiscing of a time long ago.
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I key once, in the standard reply
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remembering home I let out a sigh.
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Once for OK, not keying means  danger
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I think of Joseph and Mary, and God in the manger.
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Listening for demons, I pray for a sign.
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something that tells me loved ones are fine.
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But this is the Nam so I continue to listen
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when suddenly I hear a low hushed transmission.
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It comes around midnight, or so there about,
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“Oscar Poppa Two, Oscar Poppa Two...Merry Christmas...out”
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14 Dec 09

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