Bryan Thao Worra-Fieldcraft

Fieldcraft

Don't wear pistols on the field
They'll think you're in charge,
Sniper-bait.
Don't stand by the sucker
Strapped to the radio
The guy calling for help
Is always trouble
Bringing his buddies and
Beaucoup Boom Boom
Hence, he's a real lead magnet,
As bad as it gets.
Go ahead and take point
They want the guys behind you
Chatting in the jungle with
their bad aftershave
Giving them away like candy at the carnival
Loud as a half-filled olive green canteen
Of stale water writhing with liver flukes
Duck and cover
When the skies fill with nukes
Don't breathe too hard if you get a whiff of
Something funky in the air like Satan’s Tang.
Don't scream. Don't run. Watch your step at all times.
A mine could be anywhere
Or you could die impaled like a vampire
On some bamboo skewer
For a minor hill
that doesn't get a name
only a number