HIT
My M79 man is hit
A bullet through the head
He is already dead.
As I crawl away from him to the rear
The clatter of a machine gun I hear.
Four bullets strike only inches away
With the next one I'm hit
What a way to start my day.
A bullet hole through my chest I find
My utility shirt soaked in blood in no time.
I apply a field dressing tightly to my chest
There is nothing more I can do
I have no time to rest.
Through the morning I continue to fight
There is nowhere to land a dust off flight.
As the firefight wears on
The pain has become very intense
I cannot quit
My fire is needed for our defense.
How long since I was hit I do not know
The firefight is over the medivac is here
Now it is ok for me to go.