The name of our boat they call
The places we travel are many and far.
Our main objective the
Where few are our friends and the VC our host.
at night and return in the morn,
To wipe out the VC this vow we have
Each day brings us sorrow each night brings us fear,
Deep down in
our hearts we know "Charlie" is near.
At night on the river we hope and we
That God will protect and keep "Charlie" away.
The silence is there
it is on every side,
For somewhere out there our enemy hides.
Coxswain is cautious, our Gunner is tight,
Then comes the shout "They're
there on the right"
The fifties are roaring, they're load and they're
We've got "Charlie" worried, there's panic and fear.
the silence, the end of the fight,
The enemy's gone, he's run of in the
The coming of dawn means a patrol that is new,
We thank our
protector for seeing us through.
Written after my first patrol on
the boats in October 1966
First visit to the Vietnam Veterans
22:30 on 5-24-96
Wayne D. Paterson