DEATH DREAM by Sam Messer
In a helicopter flying over rice paddies,
then over jungle to a spot brown and red,
tents and a lonely strip.
I run from the chopper looking for a hole.
No weapon, scared as hell.
This base is so small,
and the enemy,
they are every where I look.
I see bodies everywhere.
A rifle from one I take,
It's bad luck but I'm so scared.
Ammo, I've got none.
back to the bodies,
stealing from the dead.
I must survive,
they're gone, I must live.
Clips, clips, none to be found.
Back to the dead,
Stealing again, from the dead.
With shaking hands, I load the clips.
God I'm so scared, surrounded,
they're closing in,
I'm all alone and going to die.
Back in a helicopter,
The dream starts again.
Each time I know I'm going to die,
I'm going to Khe Sanh !!
The base seen from the top of Hill 950.
A CH-53 that crashed near the recon area.
Sam Messer approx 30 days into the siege.
Lewis "Sam" Messer with CBMU-301 was kind to allow me to use this material from his website.
My gratitude for his contribution and courage.