Battle-Sight Zeroing
Minefield artillery Yellow man cornered by flanks Booby traps rapid fire Hunted by vicious Yanks Ambush Stratgy Ruthless murdering sounds urious bloodlust Driven to burial ground Mow them down Cleave flesh and bone Empty your ammo You're in the Kill Zone After eight serenade Swansong for the Gooks Claymore mines on valentine Rumbling jungle book High risk nihilist Shoo on fields of dismay Headshot brain rot Face plant in cadaverous clay Six feet under Where the Cong belong Fraised and shattered Here in the kill zone Six feet under Where the Cong belongs Fraised and shattered Here in the kill zone In deadly minutes With a fierce attack Simultaneous slaughtered Killed back to back
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Misty jungle combat Soldiers in need Fugitives of war A Yankee dying breed Prisoners of Viet Cong Desperate to be freed A Mac-V team has risen For a rescue to succeed Hold your Carbine / prepare for worst We take no prisoners / attack and burst M16 / bullet shell rain US murder squad / unbearable pain We come at nightfall For Cong to bleed A squadron of killers Called for a special deed A force with one task For Charlie to concede Failing is no option Mission complete Flamethrowers - Incinerate Bazooka fire – devasted M16 / bullet shell rain US murder squad / unbearable pain (speech: John Carry)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Deep beneath jungle soil A labyrinth was created Digged by thousands of soldiers To Undermine the red-neck suprssion Concealed with a trap door entrance Under leaves in dark woods To suprise the US Doughboys As a family of rats they stood Blind maze, underground, jungle rot, never found Buried Congs, sudden death, thes are the tunnel rats Sneak attack, foxhole, slit throat, burned soul Charlie´s here, combat, these are the tunnel rats A complex underground network Beneath skeletal remains Afraid for the gateway to open In the ever pouring rain Determined Vietcong no fear of death Crawling in a claustrophobic death bed Waiting paitiently and for suddend death Of a US army green beret Blind maze, underground, jungle rot, never found Buried Congs, sudden death, thes are the tunnel rats Sneak attack, foxhole, slit throat, burned soul Charlie´s here, combat, these are the tunnel rats
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the year of 1955 The horror began Through humid lands a living nightmare In a land like no other Into an early grave An early grave Stinging sweat in my eyes Pushing further ahead In this fruitless offensive Unaware of what lies ahead My grave is marked I am, dead from this Onto suffering On blood stained fields One more body They are victims They are dead Another statistic Another body on the field Into an ambush Into the killing fields Back to the front Into the killing fields Into an ambush On blood stained rice fields Back to the front Into an ambush
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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