We were kids
The napalm did nothing
You could hear them!
They were in the trees
What was I doing?
I should’ve died in that ambush
They were the trees
We were kids, man!
The smell of powder is my only comfort
I need to live
But they were shouting! ‘No V.C, no V.C!’
Even though I couldn’t turn to look
They’re engraved in the corner of my eye