Present arms, forward march, halt, about face,
retreat, cannon fodder for a just war,
onwards, the enemy seeks to erase...
welcome the invading army, the corps
assesses our defensive tactics, yet
remains peaceful until the first shot, pour
simple syrup in a tall glass, a jet
passes through smoke, passengers choke on fumes,
arriving in Saigon, the eve of Tet,
rowboats paddle downstream, the mist resumes
reaching deep beyond shore, hidden in fog,
obscured by their ancestors in costumes,
we sleep, awaiting celebration, dog
star glows bright before dawn, stuck in a bog...
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