It was October,1969,deep in the jungle of Nam
I was volunteer To reccon unit,the toughest guy in the army
search and destroy missions,we spent most of the time living and fighting like rats in their nest
we were the best,fear,we didn't know the meaning of the word,death, was just another joke from the wild bunch
we were trained to eat,snakes,frogs,lizards,even leeches,without any hesitation
yes,we were,those Macho Men Savage beast
always looking for trouble,lookin for a good damn fight
we were,the best,the fearless,SOB,in our unit
one day on a regular patrol,through the jungle,I spotted,this little,boy,12 or 13 years old...I stood,right,there,not knowing what to do
the men behind me,wondering,what was the situation on the front
this fearless,trained soldier,had no other option,but to scream from the top of my lungs
O Mein Gott!Run For Your Life,he's got a Bazooka...