“10 November 1970” Tanka 870


Monsoon Mire; Cold C’s;

this patrol a real nastybitch:

Jack-n-Ojs – cool!

 

Midnight smoke-n-swill:

‘O’ stops my ‘athletic ass’!*

 

  • (Diarrhea – the runs – inhibited by a liberal administration of opium-soaked marijuana, straight from ‘The Doc,’ who says he’s tired of my tromping out to the crapper every time he’s in the middle of a good rap.  Bless Doc Smitty.  All he wants is to be buried A Marine.  And makes us all promise to sneak in and put him in Dress Blues in case The Navy does it Their Way – again.)

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