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THE HILL CALLED
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
on
Wednesday, 13th August 2003 @ 12:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Hamburger Hill was just a name.
A terrible place for a political game.
It didnt mean nothin to the men in suits
Just how much blood dripped on our boots.
Survival was always first on our minds,
But none of us thought we would.
And though we all were Airborne,
Our odds werent very good.
Eleven times in ten days,
We attempted that climb in May.
In the steamy Ashua Valley,
Where flesh did burn all day.
Go into a deli if you would like to see
The ambiance that war can be.
With no refrigeration in the sloppy mud.
Just the putrid color and smell when mixed with blood.
Finally we made it,
Right up to the top.
With pieces of our buddies,
Clinging to our clothes like slop.
Then there was the carbon and smoke from many shells.
I really cant be certain, but it seemed much worse than hell.
On Hill 937, for ten days we were bare.
And when the battle ended, we simply marched away from there.
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Re: THE HILL CALLED
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by emystar on
Thursday, 18th November 2010 @ 10:49:02 PM AEST
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I watched this movie sometime or other after I read this write, no doubt it was hell.
I could never imagine such blood and gore. Thank God you made it out with your life.
big huggs,
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