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Can You Feel It?
Can you feel it?
Oh Lord!
I can feel it
That feeling of dread
That something is in the air tonight
Can you feel it?
That gut sense of foreboding
A clammy sense of danger
Something telling you to beware
That Death is near
Can you feel it?
So quiet, no insect sounds, no birdcalls
The patrol has reported lots of sign
Charlie is out there, waiting
Death is coming tonight
Can you feel it?
The Montagnard Scouts are on edge
They can feel it
They feel their own fear
They know death is coming tonight
Cant let them down
Can you feel it?
Check the perimeter
Make sure everyone is ready
Make sure grenade trip wires are out
Something is in the air tonight
Death is coming tonight
Can you feel my intense fear?
My heart is pounding
Charlie is coming tonight
I want to live!
Control yourself, your fear
You have to be strong
Cant show your fear
Cant let them down!
Evil is close
Get ready!
Death is coming tonight!!
© Charles Schwiderski 4/15/2008
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Beauty of the Green
There is a beauty in the green
a total contrast to the ugliness of man.
The melding of numerous shades of green interlaced with patches of brilliant color and the darkest grays.
Rays of sunshine reflecting from small balls of moisture creating little rainbows for the fortunate to see.
Cobwebs that sparkle in the sunlight that filters through the trees from which the Tarzan veins of youth grow.
Colorful butterflies that filter through the air and then disappear into the verdant piercing green.
Little beautiful flowers in seemingly dark places and around the trunks of mammoth trees.
When in the green even snakes have beautiful colors and streams flow by a beautiful soft fluid blue with reflections of filtered sunlight and beautiful greens.
Fantastic early morning views on a mountaintop when white fog surrounds the neighboring mountains and only the very tops show.
Stars viewed from the same mountaintop at night are absolutely fabulous with endless fascination and it seems you can reach out and catch a streaking comet as it flies by.
In the night brightened by brilliant star light, in the valley below where no man and no lights should be, stunning little lights move around in the valley, seeming to be moving towards my darkened mountain while around my hammock fireflies mimic the beautiful lights in the valley below.
Daytime views from the same mountain are breath taking, you can see for miles yet all the mountains, yet all the beautiful green looks the same.
But, with daylight can also come total ugliness, the dark gray smoke of an exploding mortar round or grenade that was meant to kill.
The green is so beautiful and friendly yet man turns it into a place of terrible death and utter ugliness.
Man, made in the semblance of God? I don't think so.
© 10/3/2005 Charles Schwiderski
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