Lock and load...
For a goodly season in combat infantry mode,
My beloved abode,
Patrolling with the 1st Air Cavalry
Living a real life, poignant adventure story
In Vietnam, my home away from home,
Though it is said my home at LZ Betty
Is not quite the affluent life of J Paul Getty.

But I say, “Nay, nay sir,
To that reasoning I must politely defer...
To that position
I must voice opposition.
LZ Betty is a fine old place,
Not at all as they say, a fiendish disgrace,
A sandy waste,
A jumping off point to the killing field
Grievous death to many a poor boy has dealed.

Betty’s my home when I’m not out selling death
To VietCong buying it
And freely giving it
With ill-tempered breath.
LZ Betty is my home,
Far, far from home.
From its proficient fire zone
To the cemetery nestled beside it,
To nearby jungles bloody intemperate,
To banana plantations in the killing zone,
Where hate is readily by VC sown,
To arid lands dry as a proverbial bone,
To rice paddies, Nams breadbasket keystone,
To the rain forests Charley calls his own
To the South China sea,
This land was made for you and me!
So gather round boys,
And listen tight boys,
Memories here are filled with sorrows,
Filled with joys...
Who knows, LZ Betty may be my destiny,
For my rich uncle Sam provides great luxury
A veritable board and room economy.
For this infantry rag tag
Whose esprit De Corps does sometimes flag,
Whose combat spirits sag,
After a hard day humping the boony fields
Seeing what the "walk in the park" yields.




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