A Poem by Dave Holloway - 68th Pilot
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE TET |
‘Twas the night before Tet And all around the compound The “cong” was stirring And not making a sound.
The Mustangs were nestled All snug in their beds, While visions of tracers Danced in their heads.
Their helmets were hung By the doorway with care, In hopes that “Charlie” Wouldn’t be there.
And “Ski” in his Bermudas And I in my flight gear, Had just settled down For one final beer.
When out on the road There arose such a clatter, I sprang from my barstool To see what was the matter.
Across the floor I flew in a dash, Tore open the door, And saw a big flash.
The rockets and mortars were Hitting all around, And I knew it was time To the bunker abound.
When what to my wondering Eyes should appear, Was everyone running, Hoping to save their rear.
Then a skinny little pilot So lively and quick, Headed to the flight line, To fly anything but a “slick.”
More rapid than eagles His courses he came, And he whistled and shouted And called them by name-
Now Huff! Now Rad! Now Bum! And Straz! On Sandy! On Larry! On Gibbs and Naz!
From inside the bunker And down the barracks hall! Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away All!
So out to the flight line The courses they flew, With gunships full of rockets And ammo too;
And then in a twinkling I heard from the line The sweet sound Of the Huey’s whine.
As I stuck out my head And was turning around, Down the flight line came “Ski” with a bound.
He was dressed all in green From his head to his toes, And he was quite ready To go hunting the foes.
A helmet in his hand, and A flack jacket on his arm, He looked like a Mustang Ready to do harm.
His eyes how they twinkled, His swagger how clear, He was out to find “Charlie” No one should fear.
A wink of his eye And a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word But went straight to his work, Checked all the rockets, Then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his ship, To his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew Like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him explain As they flew out of sight, Hey, Charlie! Are you up To the fight?
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