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I still can hear it

The silence, ever so unreal

More terrifying

Than thousands of concurrent screams

It's as if God has come and cleaned

A space into the world

Marked out a box, and then decreed

That all inside shall be no more

No more carnage, anything no more

In the darkness of this cursed war

Firebase Valley Forge

Seven miles to Cambodian border

A last resort, a dumping ground

Overrun by NVA

And outnumbered eight to one

In the wind of being held disposable

Sappers in the wire, they screamed

Gotta buckle for your dust

Even if a firestorm of death was due to come

From our F4's

When the weather broke

The fast movers settled up the score

A deluge of burning death

Made of jellied gasoline

Frying everything, friends and foe alike

Nothing will be heard again

From that US Marine base

Just the hiss of static on the radio

Endless carpet, bodies all around

Still they smoulder, covering the ground

At Valley Forge the napalm rained

On friends and foe together

Eight hundred dead, burnt to the bone

In utter devastation

Oh God above, please sort'em out

And fill our missing reason

At Valley Forge this wretched war

Has stained our souls forever

No freedom bird will ever come

To fly them back into their world

No ice cold beer or pretty girls, no

Nothing at all