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An annex of Hell
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An annex of Hell |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. 
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Deep green places with evil beauty The river is a sluggish brown blood Flowing through the fetid body of mud The boat's engine breaks the wall of silence The night is a hot moist black blanket It smothers the life from the land The cabin is dimly lit by soft red light I sit in the foreward tub with two fiftys No warning Red trails stream from the darkened shore I swing the guns to where they were fired The tracers stream in and dance in the night like fire flies The boat shudders as splinters fly I hear a scream of agony I hear a moan of pain The boat lunges on into the night The blackness closes in Silence returns Thats the way it is in this annex of Hell Dedicated to the memorie of those who rode and fought on the PBRs.The delta never belonged to Charlie. paladin [This message has been edited by paladin (04-29-2002 05:26 PM).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Sounds like an annex of Hell...thank God you made it through...James |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well, you have captured he scene well. Charlie thought he owned Can Tho, but he never owned anything except a special place in Hell where we sent more than a few  [This message has been edited by Interloper (04-29-2002 02:48 PM).] |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
well done. . . stark and very real. . . excellent. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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