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Saying It With A Poem

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    Misterstan
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    Our friends at the Mobile Riverine Force Association have sent me yet another poem to share.

    The Men In The Boats was written by Major Johnnie CORNS (Now LT/GEN, Ret)from the 9th Infantry Division.

    Stan Lambert
    St. Clair Shores, Michigan

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    THE MEN IN THE BOATS

    The mist of the morning cools and softens the air
    As the last of the soldiers heads down the steel stair.
    He crossed the barge tied alongside the ship
    And boarded the craft, making sure not to slip.

    The assault craft and boats are now well under way
    Executing the plan which was briefed yesterday
    The boats flow out smoothly, moving into the line
    From the air their formation looks dark, serpentine.

    Up the brown, muddy river they move with the tide
    Some enjoying the scenery on this their first ride.
    Others seem not to care, unaware of the beauty
    Their thoughts are focused on performing their duty.

    These are the veterans who have been here before
    Who've lived through the fire fights, not anxious for more.
    But should one occur, these brave men are good
    Their valor and skill is well understood.

    The likes of this force is seldom seen
    They fight from the water and are called riverine
    Grant used them at Vicksburg in the great Civil War
    And the French proved the concept on the Red River shore.

    When the power was combined of Army and Navy
    The first thoughts generated were just short of cagey.
    But these didn't prevail when it came to a fight
    Both soldiers and sailors knew what was right.

    Soldiers saw water like moats 'round a castle
    An unwelcome obstacle when it came to a battle.
    But sailors saw water like the Daytona track
    A way to get in and a way to get back.

    Attacks from the water were new to their foe
    Who aimed at the highways where troops usually go.
    But for riverine troopers, this was the way
    To attack with surprise at the first light of day.

    And this was the plan they would follow today
    To spring their attack, the riverine way.
    Some early doubts for the plan soon arose
    When they learned they'd be running right by Snoopy's Nose

    An elaborate plan that would probably work well
    But for boat crews and platoons it was difficult to tell.
    Artillery was firing, of this they'd been told
    A battalion in choppers found the first LZ cold..

    But what was that pounding on the side of the craft
    Shaking the boat from forward to aft.
    An antitank rocket had exploded top side
    But in spite of hot shrapnel, the platoon has survived.

    There's a monitor turning to a stream up ahead
    No one at the wheel, the helmsman is dead.
    The assault craft turns wildly , rams into the bank
    A split-second decision before the craft sank.

    The infantry platoon along with the crew
    Scramble ashore where the artillery blew.
    Their foe is retreating, crawling over a dike
    That's getting chewed up by a boat's forty mike

    There's plenty of action, new troops have their fill
    The artillery's pounding, the jets screaming shrill.
    The time is at hand, it's good against evil
    Death goes ashore through cordite and diesel.

    But the noise of the battle slowly passes away
    There are men to be cared for, there's time now to pray.
    The enemy is pursued by chopper and boat.
    Medics work wonders with lumps in their throats

    It seems like forever, but they're back on the ship
    Some slightly wounded - broken finger, bruised hip.
    But thoughts are of Willy who made them all laugh
    And of Jose and Bob who did not make it back.

    They laugh at Frank's letter that he got from back home
    The candy from his wife has been missent to Nome.
    The box will be forwarded, though mangled and tattered
    But Frank didn't care, it's the letter that mattered.

    They laughed and they joked and played lots of pranks
    And made a few jokes about those with some rank.
    And every face beamed as the brass just announced
    It was a main force enemy that they had just trounced.

    That kind of news would be in their letters
    But what mattered most was they had fought even better.
    There was a deep sense of pride when facing great danger
    Of meeting a test, risking life for a stranger.

    Most pictured the stranger as a small Asian child.
    Who'd suffered so much in such a short while.
    And the main thing, of course, that most of them feared
    Was continuing to live being homeless and scared.

    Many years have passed since the days of these battles
    For each old Raider and Rat the memories still rattle.
    A few of these warriors have even gone back
    In search of something they feel that they lack.

    Not to recall the carnage or view the rubble
    But to see once again, those they helped when in trouble.
    They're warmed by the smiles of kids three or four
    But in the old U S A they have even more.

    And the main experience that gives them a chill
    Is to fly over the land, lush, green and now still.
    To feel tears sting their eyes looking down at the moats
    And feel their chests swell for the Men in the Boats.





    hope6970
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    Stan,

    That Mobile Riverine Force Assoc. must have some mighty fine poets. Perhaps you
    can find out if you can get a few more. - Hope

    Misterstan
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    (5/10/01 1:14:31 pm)
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    If you want to read the account of the fire fight for which this poem was written, just click on the link below. It begins right after the poem.

    www.mrfa.org/menboats.htm

    Stan Lambert
    St. Clair Shores, Michigan




    homer4
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    Very good Stan and alot really can be said for their performance down in the Delta.
    ...and two hard boiled eggs.
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