THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

I was a PFC on a search patrol, hunting Charlie down

It was in the jungle wars of ’65

My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone

And I could hear the enemy moving in close outside

Just then I heard a twig snap, and I grabbed my empty gun

And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate

And then a big marine, a giant with a pair of friendly eyes

Appeared there at my shoulder and said “wait”.

Stan Ridgeway/Camouflage, 1986