One day we saw a Huey Cobra coming straight
towards our position
So low it was we saw their sign thumbs down
we were the enemy was their decision
The radio op tried to raise help
while the cobra flew to and froTheir dance of death drew other cobras to bare
we had nowhere else to go
There was a flap of a shirt a flash of sweaty
white skin our cover broken we were
all scared
To clearing two men went beating
their chests and with the
shirts they formed NZ
Satisfied with our ID the Cobra
hovered and dipped its noseAnd the pilot gave a wave of good
cheer
The Cobra gracefully turned and
off it flew Thank goodness that was an almighty scare
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