It was the night before Chrismas.

We were on "Ambush Patrol".

Not a movement was stirring.

We did not hear a soul!

When all of a sudden

Blasts pierced our ears

And we knew in an instant that the VC were here.

Tracers did fly through the night air.

We set off our claymores

Charlie advanced, and showed no fear!

When All of a sudden, Rotor Blades were heard

And in flew from no where

a Gunship, a War-Bird.

It shot off its rockets

its mini-Gun did hum

The 40 MM grenade launcer made the VC run

When Christmas finally came

The sun broke through the sky.

Our Christmas presents were "Medivacing" the wounded

And counting how many had died!

By Bammo