Russell G. Robison

DONG TAM NIGHTS

The mortars walked across the base
The rockets came by too
We had to sit and take it
There was nothing else to do

The night was never friendly
When we tried to take a rest
Sir Charles was always talking
Trying to share with us his best

Can’t say that it became routine
He often got so near
You sit there in your bunker
Ticking off the time left here