O zot! look what I've got

Creeping, crawling jungle rot

On my arm and on my leg

Help me Corpsman, please I beg

On my hands and on my feet

Festered skin and rotten meat

Salves and Ointments give no cure

I am doomed to rot away for sure

Me this place is bound to kill

If the VC don't get me, the jungle rot will

May 22, 1967

Near Nam Hoa, 10 miles

West of Hue