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The Night They Gunned Down Santa Claus

The Night They Gunned Down Santa Claus
by Chet Lynn

          There's  strange things done 'neath the Vietnamese sun
            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 night,
            you had to spend in the dirt,,
            security was out., .360 about
            with fifty percent alert.

            We 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 along,
            this may sound scary  those mustangs  were hairy,
            "Oh no," I moaned," mounted Viet Cong."

            They were coming our way pulling what looked like a sleigh
            you never knew what they'd use,
            our flares were tripped our SIDs had flipped
            Our tipsy blew a fuse.

            We let them close then we yelled "who goes"
            like they do in the movie show,
            the answer we got, believe it or not,
            was a hearty," Ho Ho Ho."

            Now these troops of mine have seen some time
            they've done some things back-assward,,
            they may be thick but I'll tell you a trick
            they knew that wasn't the password.,

            The nineties roared the 81's soared,
            the naval guns raised hell.,
            a bright red flare flew through the air,
            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, "cease fire".

            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.,

            He was dressed in red and he looked well fed
            older than most I'd seen,
            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,,
            "Merry Christmas.. and to all,. a good night'

            Now we should have known our cools were blown
            when that light in the East we seen
            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 quick,
            Colonel."  I said, " hang on to your head.,
            we just greased old St. Nick".

            Now the old mans cool.,  He's nobody's fool,
            right off he knew the word.,
            if This got out, there'd be no doubt,
            he wouldn't be making his bird.

            "Just get him up here and we'll play it by ear
            make sure he's got a tag,
            dismantle the sleigh, drive those reindeer  away
            and bury that God damned bag".

            Now by and by the kiddies may cry
            'cause nothings under the tree.,
            but the word came back from FMFPac
            that Santa had gone VC.

            There's strange things done 'neath  the Vietnamese sun
            but the time that locked my jaws,
            was the night neath the moon, 'When the  third platoon
            gunned down Santa Claus.


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