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The Night They Gunned Down Santa Claus

The Night They Gunned Down Santa Claus
by Chet Lynn

� � � � � There's� strange things done 'neath the Vietnamese sun
� � � � � � but the thing that locked my jaws
� � � � � � was the� night 'neath the moon, the third platoon
� � � � � � gunned down Santa Claus.

� � � � � � It started off right just another night,
� � � � � � you had to spend in the dirt,,
� � � � � � security was out., .360 about
� � � � � � with fifty percent alert.

� � � � � � We had 81s and naval guns our tanks were track to track,
� � � � � � an ontos or so an arty FO with barrages back to back.

� � � � � � I froze where I stood 'cause out of the wood
� � � � � � eight horses came charging along,
� � � � � � this may sound scary� those mustangs� were hairy,
� � � � � � "Oh no," I moaned," mounted Viet Cong."

� � � � � � They were coming our way pulling what looked like a sleigh
� � � � � � you never knew what they'd use,
� � � � � � our flares were tripped our SIDs had flipped
� � � � � � Our tipsy blew a fuse.

� � � � � � We let them close then we yelled "who goes"
� � � � � � like they do in the movie show,
� � � � � � the answer we got, believe it or not,
� � � � � � was a hearty," Ho Ho Ho."

� � � � � � Now these troops of mine have seen some time
� � � � � � they've done some things back-assward,,
� � � � � � they may be thick but I'll tell you a trick
� � � � � � they knew that wasn't the password.,

� � � � � � The nineties roared the 81's soared,
� � � � � � the naval guns raised hell.,
� � � � � � a bright red flare flew through the air,
� � � � � � as we fired our FPL.

� � � � � � I'll grant him guts but that man was nuts
� � � � � � or I'm a� no good liar.,
� � � � � � he dropped like a stone in our killing zone
� � � � � � I passed the word, "cease fire".

� � � � � � I went out and took a real good look.,
� � � � � � my memory started to race,,
� � � � � � my mind plays games when It comes to names
� � � � � � but I never forget a face.,

� � � � � � He was dressed in red and he looked well fed
� � � � � � older than most I'd seen,
� � � � � � he looked right weird with that long white beard
� � � � � � and stumps where his legs had been.

� � � � � � He hadn't quite died when I reached his side
� � � � � � but the end was clearly in sight,
� � � � � � I knelt down low and he said real slow,,
� � � � � � "Merry Christmas.. and to all,. a good night'

� � � � � � Now we should have known our cools were blown
� � � � � � when that light in the East we seen
� � � � � � I thought it was flares and it had to be theirs
� � � � � � or the damned things would have been green,,

� � � � � � I picked up the hook with a voice that shook
� � � � � � said "gimme the Six and quick,
� � � � � � Colonel."� I said, " hang on to your head.,
� � � � � � we just greased old St. Nick".

� � � � � � Now the old mans cool.,� He's nobody's fool,
� � � � � � right off he knew the word.,
� � � � � � if This got out, there'd be no doubt,
� � � � � � he wouldn't be making his bird.

� � � � � � "Just get him up here and we'll play it by ear
� � � � � � make sure he's got a tag,
� � � � � � dismantle the sleigh, drive those reindeer� away
� � � � � � and bury that God damned bag".

� � � � � � Now by and by the kiddies may cry
� � � � � � 'cause nothings under the tree.,
� � � � � � but the word came back from FMFPac
� � � � � � that Santa had gone VC.

� � � � � � There's strange things done 'neath� the Vietnamese sun
� � � � � � but the time that locked my jaws,
� � � � � � was the night neath the moon, 'When the� third platoon
� � � � � � gunned down Santa Claus.


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