The War Correspondent
A helicopter skeetered bravely in
And pitched and yawed against the enemy fire
That wasn’t there. The manliest of men
Descended unto us in flawless attire
His tailored khaki suit was starched and pressed
Its creases as sharp as a Ka-bar knife
Never was a reporter more perfectly dressed
For getting the news while risking his life
The C.O. sped him past our positions
And hustled him into the T.O.C.1
To ensure each noun and preposition
Would be written for the greater good, you see
Much ink and Scotch were undoubtedly spilled
In air-conditioned comfort, no heat or mud;
With scripted heroics his notebook was filled
No need to stain his suit with his precious blood
After an hour he was hustled back
To Saigon for an evening reception
After he wrote of a great attack
And wired New York his immaculate deception
A helicopter skeetered bravely out
And yawed and pitched against a sniper’s shot
That wasn’t there. A great Communist rout?
There’s more than one kind of jungle rot
1Tactical Operations Center - command bunker, often air-conditioned.