From the Top of the Hill
By Stephen R Henninger - VN 69-71
From the top of the hill we spotted the enemy
Our job was nobody’s envy
We started to count the targets and their equipment
Which our artillery would annihilate in a minute
We made mental notes of our environment
And planned our escape which was our requirement
We radioed in for a “Fire Mission”
And the coordinates followed without remission
We saw the first round hit center but short of the target
And requested an increase of 50 and got it
By this time the targets were scattering for cover
When the second round hit we soon discovered
We made the final call “Fire for effect”
And all hell broke loose too late for regrets
We saw trucks tumbling and flying up in the air
With some of the personnel still in there
We saw men being blown apart in a single shot
One minute there and then not
The artillery came with unending revenge
And continued the damage until the end
This “Fire Mission” seemed like it took forever
But it was only seconds after we endeavored
We high-tailed it out of there pretty quick
Before we were spotted and they return our chip
We annihilated the targets and body count was high
And when I think about it today I could cry
To be put into a position that is them or us that have to die