While I served as a "Tweet" (and sometimes gunner) with the "White Knights" of HMM-165 (mar'67-Apr-'68), this poem does not describe a specific mission. It is representative of of situations that occurred all too frequently in Vietnam.
It is dedicated to the Air Crews and Corpsmen I was privileged to fly with, to those whose support was the singular pupose for our existence, the Grunts on the ground, and especially to the memories of all those Air Crewmen and the Grunts who didn't make it back.