LUCKY SHOT

They killed 16 of our guys in a Chinook,
And the General said, "lucky shot."

Not so much for the guy
Dreaming of his kids back home.
He had his guts handed to him-
Red, white and blue.

The propeller blades were whirring
And this prehistoric flying thing
Flamed, burst, screamed through the air.
It was "The Star-Spangled Banner" it screamed.

It was the same day the President said,
"Support our troops" on national TV.
Imagine the gall of those guys
Shooting our Chinook on a day like that!

The General said there was no sign
Of more sophisticated weaponry.
Wanted us all to rest easy.
Just a rusty, old RPG.

The insurgents had their backs
To mountains-coupla thousand feet up.
The Chinook must've looked fierce, too-
Ice on propellers,
Snow frothing its mouth,
Fire-flaring nostrils.

That's the kind of shooting
They talk about in Alabama--
Take a possum out at fifty yards
Right between the eyes