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September 28, 2009
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There was a door
In the jungle floor

Danny came up from the back
Taking off his radio pack

Dropping into the hole
His eyes burned like coals

Sarge handed Danny a pistol
And I prayed for his soul

Crawling through the earthen veins
Underneath the typhoon rain

Danny shot at sounds
And traveled further underground

He searched for trip wire
In the muddy dirt mire

Sometimes swimming underwater
Gone away to fight for the father

I never saw Danny again
It’s a story I do not tell,
My grandchildren

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