cold dark night
save for lighted fence
I hear noises out front
metal clanking stumbling
the sounds of men
Sargent Kidd making rounds
enters my hole
we listen together
tells me to get ready
and pops a flare
I'm squeezing the trigger
M-60 rock and roll
when I here from there
"get down the S.O.B.'s
are gonna fire on us"
errant 7th division patrol
mile and a quarter off
Kidd got blamed for that
Army has twisted logic
and that one
stayed in my dreams......