A HUNTING WE WILL GO.

 

The Tunnel Rat is small, yet strong.

Just like the Vietcong.

He fights with a pistol and a torch.

VC have scorpions on their front porch.

The tunnels are long and narrow.

Dug out by hand, hoe and barrow.

Tunnels with their buffers and bends.

Deflect the explosives the Americans send.

Tunnel Rats have to crawl on their knees.

It’s a bit tight, a bit of a squeeze.

 

Send in some gas, to flush them out.

The soldiers wait and wonder about.

No one comes out, so they go down.

The entrance is small, round and brown.

Got inside, started to choke.

The tunnel is still full of smoke.

They come upon a small trap door.

The visibility is still very poor.

They lay on the floor, and fire their gun.

They shoot a VC in his bum.

 

Up the tunnel, into a room.

See some boxes, in the gloom.

Lots of guns and ammo.

Hiding under nets of cammo.

Some of them rather large.

Better use a five pound charge.

Set the charges ready to blow.

Start to move out, really slow.

Keeping the red light on the ground.

Make a signal, not a sound.

 

Ten minutes, to get out.

You can hear the VC shout.

The Rats crawl faster.

But the VC is the master.

The Rats fire off a shot.

Hit the VC, they can not.

VC fires back.

Hits the Tunnel Rat Jack.

Coming to the last bend.

Jack stays to defend.

 

His buddy makes it to the hole.

Crawling along like a mole.

Comes out into the light.

Pulls himself up, with all his might.

Hands the wires, to the Engineer.

A soldier gives him a can of beer.

Connects the wires to a box.

Twists the plunger, till it locks.

An explosion makes the ground shake.

Not a difference, will it make.

 

By:- Mick Stewart.