The Night They Gunned Down Santa Claus There's strange things done
'neath the Vietnamese sun
by Chet Lynn
but the thing that locked my jaws
was the night 'neath the moon, the third platoon
gunned down Santa Claus.
It started off right just another
you had to spend in the dirt,,
out., .360 about
with fifty percent alert.
had 81s and naval guns our tanks were track to track,
an ontos or
so an arty FO with barrages back to back.
I froze where I
stood 'cause out of the wood
eight horses came charging
this may sound scary those mustangs were hairy,
"Oh no," I moaned," mounted Viet Cong."
coming our way pulling what looked like a sleigh
you never knew
what they'd use,
our flares were tripped our SIDs had
Our tipsy blew a fuse.
We let them
close then we yelled "who goes"
like they do in the movie
the answer we got, believe it or not,
hearty," Ho Ho Ho."
Now these troops of mine have seen some
they've done some things back-assward,,
may be thick but I'll tell you a trick
they knew that wasn't the
The nineties roared the 81's soared,
the naval guns raised hell.,
a bright red flare flew through
as we fired our FPL.
I'll grant him
guts but that man was nuts
or I'm a no good liar.,
he dropped like a stone in our killing zone
I passed the word,
I went out and took a real good look.,
my memory started to race,,
my mind plays games when It
comes to names
but I never forget a face.,
was dressed in red and he looked well fed
older than most I'd
he looked right weird with that long white beard
and stumps where his legs had been.
He hadn't quite died
when I reached his side
but the end was clearly in sight,
I knelt down low and he said real slow,,
Christmas.. and to all,. a good night'
Now we should have
known our cools were blown
when that light in the East we
I thought it was flares and it had to be theirs
or the damned things would have been green,,
I picked up
the hook with a voice that shook
said "gimme the Six and
Colonel." I said, " hang on to your head.,
we just greased old St. Nick".
Now the old mans cool., He's
right off he knew the word.,
This got out, there'd be no doubt,
he wouldn't be making his
"Just get him up here and we'll play it by ear
make sure he's got a tag,
dismantle the sleigh, drive those
and bury that God damned bag".
Now by and by the kiddies may cry
'cause nothings under the
but the word came back from FMFPac
Santa had gone VC.
There's strange things done 'neath the
but the time that locked my jaws,
was the night neath the moon, 'When the third platoon
down Santa Claus.