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Hometown Hero

Uncle Herb

Jumping Ship

Unfriendlies

Car Wash

White Mice

Droopy Dawg

The Boot

R & R

Buddy System

Civil War of the Soul

What They Wanted

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Poetry by Victor Henry

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Droopy Dawg

He sits on the cot sharpening his killing knife,
a Bowie that can easily cut through metal, even steel.
Droopy Dawg, a self-appointed mercenary from Charlie Company,
takes money for patrols.
He barks in a slow southern accent
that he kills gooks for a price.
He's an expert with an M-79.

Tonight at Camp Bearcat, before we go out tomorrow morning,
many of us are getting stoned, getting juiced,
getting totally ripped.
It is 1967 and this shit is no longer fun.
Too many of us are ending up in THE STARS AND STRIPES,
KIAs dead and going home!

Droopy volunteers to take a ride with the LRRPs
on their tracks into the bush.
He's got over $1500 on him stashed in a money belt
he had specially made in Saigon.

To some of us he's a real up-and-coming entrepreneur,
claims he's going to start his own business
when he gets back to the world.

When the LRRPs come back the next day
I hear Droopy bought the farm, got zapped,
got wasted
that when he got to Graves Registration
all he had on him was an empty wallet
his girlfriend's picture
and a debt of death Uncle Sam could never repay.


Copyright 2002 by Victor H. Bausch - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED