"The FNG" by: frisco-kid - Vietnam

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The FNG

Up before dawn to get on the slick,
I have my ruck and gun.
The guy beside me is lookin' sick,
As we race to beat the sun.
We're goin' in, boys.
We're goin' in.

Once up in the cool air,
My stomach is churning away.
I re-check my gear and hardware,
Getting ready for my first CA.
We're goin' in, boys.
We're goin' in.

As my feet dangle out the door,
I try to calm my shakin' hands.
As the sun rises even more,
I can see the Central Highlands.
We're goin' in, boys.
We're goin' in.

I try to see through the mountain mist,
To see what can be seen.
Suddenly the chopper makes a twist;
Was that a fuckin' tracer of green?
We're goin' in, boys.
We're goin' in.

The crew chief says "The LZ's hot;
So get off my ship real quick."
As we go in I hear a shot,
And feel like I could be sick.
We're goin' in, boys.
We're goin' in.

Now it's finally my chopper's turn;
We're about five feet off the ground.
To my chest I feel a punch and a burn,
As I hear the crack of another round.
We're goin' in, boys.
We're goin' in.

Jesus, I feel in a world of hurt;
Why am I still in the door?
Someone is grabbing me by my shirt,
Pullin' me back onto the floor.
"You're not goin' in, boy.
You're not goin' in."

Tom
  
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