A Consequential Action

Now, as a consequence, it was we
were sent to find North Charlie.
For we were the boys of C-3/1,
always Charlie Company (get it done).

What it was that we ever did
we had to pay, and God-forbid,
never passed on sh**-details
and had to go--it didn't fail.

"It's always Charlie Comp'ny,
not again", the boys would plea:
But come the mission, come the time,
it was "saddle up, yer on the line!".

So, there we went, all sixty strong
and sent in jungle for Norther-Cong.
Where we landed, he did not know
and where he was, we did not know.

The thing that was not counted on
by brass in bunkers way back yon,
was that the NVA were a Regiment;
and we, a sixty man contingent.

Well, Hell, we ne'er were percentage men.
No choice of odds or situations;
we'd be dropped and go right in
and make the best of our unknown sin.

Well, thirty years have come an gone
and ties with buds are few to none.
Because, in time, us remaining lads
had melted to our habitats.

But, I learned, was easy for top
to put all planning to a stop:
"just send the men of Company C".
So, as a consequence, it was we.

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