The Ballad of: Brawling Mad-dog Sergeant Rook [Now in: SPANISH and English]

English Version

A bunch of us guys in the hut

In Nam
\r Were playing cards, singing songs;
\r In a solo-room, back of the hut
\r Lay mad-dog, Sergeant Rook;

And watching from a distance
\r Was his sidekick, Corporal Cook.

When out of the night, he wanted

To fight
\r This bully of six-foot-two
\r Dog-drunk, smelling like a skunk

I wanted to fight him too.

He wobbled like a duck as I

Blocked his punch

(for I was drunk too),
\r And I kicked him several times

I guess
\r Yet he didnt fall, as expected
\r This Sergeant I barely knew

There was no man, could beat

This bear of a brut,
\r In our company, or there about
\r So I kicked him in the groin

Again
\r And still he didnt shout!

And such was I, as he looked

At me
\r Puzzled from brow to foot
\r He was a demon from hell I

Thought
\r This mad-dog Sergeant Rook.

With the face of bulldog

And a deadly stare
\r I swear he was three hundred

Pounds;
\r I twisted my body like a cobra
\r Jumped in the air like a bird

And when I came down
\r The blaze in his eyes were gone

This mad-dog Sergeant Rook!

I pierced my fingers into his flesh
\r Like nails and thornswith

Ferociousness
\r Then I moved from side to side

A bit
\r As he swayed like a tree in a storm
\r Clutching the side of the hut

I guess;
\r We both knew, we wanted no more.

In echoes he cursed insanities

As his sidekick cheered him on
\r But for he and I, the game was

Over
\r It was back to war, in Vietnam!...

Note: 699 5/31/05

Spanish Version

La Balada de :
\r la Pelea del perro rabioso Sargento Rook.

Un grupo de nosotros los muchachos en la choza

En Nam
\r Jugbamos a las cartas, cantando canciones;
\r En un cuarto solo, atrs de la choza
\r Sargento Rook, Puso al perro rabioso,

Y mirando desde una distancia
\r Estaba su compaero, el cabo Cocinero.

Cuando hacia fuera de la noche, l quiso

Luchar
\r Este matn \" de seis pie dos \"
\r perro borracho, oliendo como un zorrillo

desee lucharlo tambin tambin.

l se bambole como un pato as, yo
\r bloquee su puete-

(por que yo tambin estaba borracho),
\r Y le di de patadas varias veces

Prienso-
\r Ms el no se cay como esperaba.
\r Este Sargento yo, apenas lo conoca

No haba ningn hombre, que podra golpear

Este oso de un brut,
\r En nuestra compaa, o por all
\r Entonces le di patadas en la ingle

Otra vez-
\r Y de todos modos l no grit!

Y tal era yo, como l mir

En m
\r Dejado perplejo de frente a pie
\r l era un demonio del infierno

yo Pienso
\r Este sargento Rook perro rabioso.

Con la cara de bulldog

Y un mirada fija mortal
\r Juro que l tena trescientas

Libras;
\r Torc mi cuerpo como una cobra
\r salt en el aire como un pajaro

Y cuando baj
\r El resplandor en sus ojos se habian ido.

Este Sargento Rook perro rabioso!

Perfor mis dedos en su carne
\r Como uas y espinas- con

Ferocidad
\r Entonces me mov un poco
\r de un lado al otro
\r Como l se balance como un rbol en una tormenta
\r Agarrando el lado de la choza

Adivino;
\r Ambos sabamos, no quisimos ms.

En ecos l maldijo locuras-

Como su compaero lo alent
\r Pero para l y para mi el juego haba acabado

Esto fu tras de La guerra, en Vietnam!...

Note: 699 5/31/05

Poet/Author Dennis Siluk, produces a ballad of Vietnam, an occurance, where more truth resides than fiction. The Author lives in St. Paul, Minnesota and Lima, Peru; and was a soldier in the Vietnam war

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