Biography
Former misguided warrior, USMC
The Master Teaches ----- Landing Zone Baldwin Gone
They say you know war Sun Tzu. Homer, Thucydides, Alexander Sparta and Athens. The Greeks bashing their way home. Honored sacrificial warrior's blood at Thermopylae. Blood also nourished Catherine's Persia lust. The crush at Waterloo Punitive Ashes of Savanna, Atlanta. Splintered forests of Argonne, Verdun, The Somme And Devil Dog blood mixed in Belleau Wood. Ice both sides of Leningrad walls and bloated Marine's red tropic lagoons. Crematoriums Dresden Hiroshima Nagasaki. Frozen Chosin; bodies stacked like cordwood Cratered Hanoi Broken helicopters litter jungle hills The slaughter of hungry campaneros, and their children of the land. Raped nuns notched on gun stocks. Dead Balkan states still mourn as Balkanized Arab states still bleed from the slave whip of ZioJew masters of perpetual chaos, and Fallujah; phosphor-burned to the bone. On it goes from dawn to dusk of man. You taught too well, Sun Tzu. _____________________________ Landing Zone Baldwin Gone Twenty four men in all in a temporary concertina wire fort, a lonely spot on a plain somewhere north, or was it west of Tam Ky, or Hoi An. Marines, American and Vietnamese nightly vigilant, their three small guns, (101A1 towed howitzers) and beehive rounds that "could pin a man to a tree." As if there were trees..... But I digress... The guns kept the gooks at bay. Calm night's morning brought helicopters to lift the guns to a more worthy LZ And night brought death to twenty four men in all.
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