PEDRO’S POEM

Pedros of Silver, PEDROS OF GREEN,

THE FIRST RESCUE CHOPPERS TO ARRIVE ON THE SCENE,

FOURTEEN DETACHMENTS, Two birds a piece
The JOLLYS had two, for their ruptured geese,

Fuel Barrels in back, way over the trail,

give us your code word and we'll deliver the mail,

Small arms a buzzing, we ain’t geared to fail,
The shrapnels’ a flying, it looks like a gale,

It’s back to the base, a downed pilot in back,

Post flight and refuel, then maybe a snack,

The Klaxon is blaring, aw this isn't fair,
in under a minute we're back in the air,

The bright red SPUTNIK is slung just below,

In back, a Medic and two Firemen ready to go,

Battle damage severe, he ejects short of the base,

We drop off the Kit and respond with all haste,

A FAC marks the spot with billowing smoke,
He wigwags his wings on top of our bloke,

A single bird flying, we're asking for cover?
Three layers of thick jungle, brings a hundred foot hover,

We could sure use a Sandy, to plow up the road,
Suppressing the ground-fire by pickling his load,

Fast movers, F-fours, will Napalm the ridge,

Then drop all their "snake eyes" to take out that bridge,

BLADES MADE OF SPRUCE WOOD, that flap and go round,
The Crew's nerves of steel, NO MISSION TURNED DOWN,

Last Choppers to leave, from Old Viet Nam,

Sent back to the World, no more rockets or bombs

Those Jolly Green Dump Trucks made many a save

But, not near as many as "PEDRO the BRAVE"

Some PEDRO missions are still quite a mystery

With more Rescue Saves than all others in history

The Utah natives are peaceful, no more combat pay
It's now Miller time, at the end of the day,

One thing is for sure dear, one thing is for sure,
We did our time in hell dear, Elysian fields now for the PURE.

Taps.

Contributed by (FE) Tom McDowell

Tom is in the process of having this recorded as a song; we’ll keep you posted.