This poem was written for Project #17: Dragon's Breath
During the Chinese New Year, leaflets were dropped on VC positions with a picture of an AC-47 with a dragon draped over the top breathing fire. In ancient times, dragons assumed different shapes to trick evildoers. The Vietnamese peasants were still very superstitious.
Young Jackie Paper was a long way from home
A little boy no longer, but a man fully grown.
The innocence of youth had left this brave young man
Who found himself in trouble in the jungles of Vietnam.
His platoon was shot up badly;
The men were all pinned down.
He hadn't thought of Puff in years
When he heard that magic sound.
The pounding of great wings broke through the night.
It was Puff, the Mighty Puff, come to join the fight!
He came breathing fire to the aid of his lifelong friend
Whom he had sworn so long ago ever to defend.
The enemy could not fight him
So frightened they became.
They just turned right 'round and ran
When he roared out his name.
Old veteran soldiers never forgot the sight
Of that fearless dragon streaming fire in the night.
Jackie forever remembered the promise of a friend
That Puff the Magic Dragon would return again.