Dave Sterling
03-07-2011, 09:47
There was a epic poem circling around 10th Group back in the day that went something like this:
"Here I sit in my hootch
Trying to dry my Chippewa boots
A thousand choppers circling overhead
If this were real we'd all be dead."
Does anyone remember how the rest of it went?
"Here I sit in my hootch
Trying to dry my Chippewa boots
A thousand choppers circling overhead
If this were real we'd all be dead."
Does anyone remember how the rest of it went?