The mortars were hitting late at night,
With each incoming, a blinding light,
We scrambled for our choppers to go and fight,
The infantry and us, not knowing our plight.
Mortars were coming from Hong Kong hill,
I could feel my blood boil creating a chill.
All of us knowing on that frightening night,
When we found old Charlie, there would be a fight.
Their location was found, or so they say,
On Hong Kong Mountain, overlooking An Khe.
We all lifted off spoiling to fight,
Just another night in Nam, it was quite a site.
Not my first encounter with the little Yellow Man,
Certainly not my last, in this foreign land.
I was sitting behind my gun, ready for trouble,
We were heading for old Charlie on the double.
When we hit the ground, we were bouncing and bumping,
We crashed on my side, I could hear my heart thumping.
We were thrown completely out, me going over my gun,
We all jumped up and began to run.
The infantry hid among the bush,
The Chief and I would pull and push,
On both pilots crew doors, jammed real tight,
But we got them out on that terrible night.
We looked around, not knowing what to do,
Would we die tonight, we had no clue.
Another chopper landed very close,
Again God was with us, when we needed him most.
We jumped on the chopper, scared and cold,
Thank God for these pilots, so brave and bold.
Our job was done on that incoming night,
We had lived another day for another fight.
