What is a Lucky Duck?
This brought many thoughts into my mind
the first of which is called the firing line
a remote place just north of California
across the Ady Canal onto a long dirt road
this was out in the sticks and to our six
the Lower Klamath National Wildlife Refuge.
It was affectionately called the firing-line
because scores of eager hunters in fine camo
armed with shiny shotguns and lots of ammo
staked their claim to the spot they thought
would bag them the most ducks on that day.
Darkness began to fade, and the sky turned gray
the sound of eager hunters chambering rounds
broke the chilled silence like a crack in the air.
The sky almost became light before turning dark
with wave upon wave of ducks and geese
as far as you could see blocking all the light
have you ever seen such a sight?
Bang, boom, bang bang, they did shoot
the only thing that fell was the expended lead
falling on the dried crops in the adjacent fields.
The game birds at 50,000 feet, probably on oxygen,
as they approached a steep glide path to the safety
of the game preserve just to the south.
Bang, boom, bang, bang the hunters did shoot,
box after box of empty shells fell to ground,
and yet, with all the lead that flew
not one feather ever fell.
What the hell!
My thoughts then turned to Jack
on the morning of our first mortar attack.
It was a cool gray morning on Ubon Air Base
when the dull, hollow, low thud of a fired mortar
the calm silence broken with shouts
Duck, Duck, get down, take cover.
followed by a faint whistling sound as it flew
ending with a Big Boom
that was looking for you.
I was still in the rack when I heard
that unmistakable sound
and rolled onto the floor
pulling my mattress to cover my back.
Johnny had just arrived at work
when he heard that sound
and dove to the floor
trying to get under ground
he heard the sound of shrapnel
passing through the wall
it went through the filing cabinet
and landed hot on his back
He was one lucky Duck.
Richard is another story.
We would walk to breakfast
and work each day.
When I arrived at his hooch
I thought he had gone away.
Much to my surprise
I found him perched atop
a locker dressed in skivvies
and a look of fear on his face.
Oh, what a place!
When he awoke to the alarm
and reached for the clock
he was alerted by a soft hiss
and looked through the screen
to see what was amiss.
A king cobra standing tall
swaying with hood expanded
ready to strike.
Rich jumped onto the locker
just as the cobra struck
and hit the screen -
a lucky blocker.
Rich was one Lucky Duck!
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