| In the Seawolves, we had many heros, of one I will write |
| His name was Jim Wall, from Texas, he was full of fight |
| Hit in the chest, the round went through |
| this happened at Nha Ba, while on Det Two |
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| He could have gone home, but fought to stay |
| Two long months healing, then back in the fray |
| He I knew, for many times we had met |
| He just couldn't wait to get back on a Det |
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| He loved his job and just couldn't wait |
| Gunners short, he went to Det Eight |
| Eight was in for maintenance that day |
| Now was his chance to get back in the fray |
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| Maintenance was pulled, the weapons were right |
| Now was his chance to get back in the fight |
| He was fearless and ready, he knew what had to be done |
| As we flew a patrol before the setting of the sun |
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| On the ground something was seen, that was not right |
| So we refueled and put in a strike. |
| Jim was back doing what he liked best |
| And every flight was an inner test. |
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| We staged out of Rach Gia that very night |
| Jim hoped we would scramble by the full moons light |
| Scramble, scramble was the call |
| On the left door was a Seawolf Gunner, named Jim Wall |
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| Friendlies in trouble as we rolled in |
| Taking fire Jim called, over the rockets in |
| Three passes, low on ammo, we had to rearm |
| We're OK, and with Gods help, we've came to no harm |
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| Refueled, rearmed, we go back again |
| Jim gives a thumbs up, with a big wide grin |
| Once more, taking heavy fire, was the shout |
| Our rockets firing, and lead pouring out |
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| An explosion was heard on the left side |
| This was the moment, a Seawolf hero had died |
| We've lost the engine, we're going down |
| We're taking hits, what a horrible sound |
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| One skid on a dike we're going to roll |
| We still have power and come out of that hell hole |
| Our other bird covers with fire, as we come out as a team |
| I check Jim, he's gone, I fill with horror, and want to scream. |
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| Help was called to be at the short strip |
| The Lord had been with Jim on his fatal last trip. |
| I write these words in memory of him, |
| and to pay homage to a Seawolf gunner named Jim |
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| Many questions unanswered as in every death |
| But Jim answered the call when put to the test |
| Jim Wall is gone to the heavenly fleet, but his memory remains |
| And I hope writing this will ease some of the lingering pain |
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| Rest in peace Petty Officer James Wall |
