There was a man on Echo Recon’s team,
Who wanted to walk out front it seemed<spanstyle=’mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt’>.
He carefully surveyed this strange new land,
Searching for the evils close at hand.
Within his unit he was the eyes,
That probed alertly to protect his guys.
Watching for boobytraps and mines,
While all his brethren followed behind.
He was so focused he could hear his own breath,
One mental lapse would mean certain death.
One foot moved silently ahead of the other,
So as not to endanger his Recon brothers.
Tension in the air was so damned strong,
Knowing in seconds it could all go wrong.
Yet he wiped his brow and drove right on,
Moving deliberately before this day was gone.
He searched for a spot to set up for the night,
Looking for one that would be just right.
The chosen site would use the high ground,
In case the NVA and Charlie were lurking around.
We did our patrols then settled on in,
Setting our defense so no one got in.
And so the routine went on day after day,
Knowing sooner or later there’d be hell to pay.
For five long months he lead the way,
While he kept is brothers safe each day.
Who was it who did this again, and again?
Why it was Stallion, Echo Recon’s Point Man!
-Dedicated to Robert “Stallion” Springer, Point Man, Echo Recon 1/5 First Air Cavalry Division, Airmobile, Republic of Viet Nam, 1969-1970. Leigh Livermore, Author.