Your Destiny is Frankie's
25 October 1968:
Frankie’s ability to employ Kentucky Windage to hit long distance targets is conventional wisdom among the Viet Cong.
Frankie’s intense stalking commenced.
Hours from the Landing Zone after humpin’ in the Bush all night,
Frankie covertly watched for that one elusive Viet Cong Cadre.
Frankie knew a haunting trepidation accompanied Victor Charles’ every step.
They knew about and feared Frankie.
Frankie ignores the incessant bug bites as he pleasures his appetite with a Hershey’s Chocolate Bar.
Skillfully, methodically, Frankie set up his kill zone.
Frankie patiently awaits his aim of attack.
Eventually, they cross his path at dusk by a small river where Charlie usually ambushes Navy and Coast Guard PBR's.
Here they come.
Six little Dinks in a row.
Closer.
He whispers to himself:
"Skip the two up front, pop three, skip four, pop five, skip six.”
Then the others will be scattering like rats to report back Frankie was here with the gear.
“Your destiny is Frankie’s” Frankie deliciously whispers with a smile.
Then.
Silently.
Frankie decides to.....
Arbitrarily and capriciously,
Slightly move his scope,
Frankie justifies,
“Just by a Mamason's pubic hair,” he whispers again,
Aim....Breathe........Squeeze....
THREE RAPID HEAD SHOTS.
One, two and six .... contort as their arms claw for the sky and their weapons fly.
They go down,
in three slowly spreading red liquid pools.
Three, four and five bolt for their lives.
Leaving their dead comrades to float down river to the Vil.
Another friendly message.
Copyright 2015
25 October 1968:
Frankie’s ability to employ Kentucky Windage to hit long distance targets is conventional wisdom among the Viet Cong.
Frankie’s intense stalking commenced.
Hours from the Landing Zone after humpin’ in the Bush all night,
Frankie covertly watched for that one elusive Viet Cong Cadre.
Frankie knew a haunting trepidation accompanied Victor Charles’ every step.
They knew about and feared Frankie.
Frankie ignores the incessant bug bites as he pleasures his appetite with a Hershey’s Chocolate Bar.
Skillfully, methodically, Frankie set up his kill zone.
Frankie patiently awaits his aim of attack.
Eventually, they cross his path at dusk by a small river where Charlie usually ambushes Navy and Coast Guard PBR's.
Here they come.
Six little Dinks in a row.
Closer.
He whispers to himself:
"Skip the two up front, pop three, skip four, pop five, skip six.”
Then the others will be scattering like rats to report back Frankie was here with the gear.
“Your destiny is Frankie’s” Frankie deliciously whispers with a smile.
Then.
Silently.
Frankie decides to.....
Arbitrarily and capriciously,
Slightly move his scope,
Frankie justifies,
“Just by a Mamason's pubic hair,” he whispers again,
Aim....Breathe........Squeeze....
THREE RAPID HEAD SHOTS.
One, two and six .... contort as their arms claw for the sky and their weapons fly.
They go down,
in three slowly spreading red liquid pools.
Three, four and five bolt for their lives.
Leaving their dead comrades to float down river to the Vil.
Another friendly message.
Copyright 2015