Whoever heard of a flying Fox?  Nay say you - aye say I, so listen lads  to  a tale so true, 'bout some  Marines - just a few, who flew the skies of Vietnam to support the policy of old Uncle Sam.

Pilots, Crew Chiefs, and  Gunners too - Doctors, Corpsmen, and a Mustang or  two, gathered  under  the  sign of the  Fox; Purple he was, with a tongue so red, big bright eyes and he who said:

Now  Jane of  Hanoi, the  "Canadian  Brigade",  Draft  Dodgers, Rhodes Scholars, and  all who  said NAY - should  bow in shame;
hang  their heads  low,  for the deeds  of our  Foxes three decades
ago.  The Fox - he flew  in skies of blue, in  monsoon  rain - in all
the crap - we got no breaks from General Giap!

What was  this  crew, this  wonderful  few - really like!   One must
start with Pappa (the six actual) Fox who would always demand:

All Foxes are brothers, they are all  the same - heroic,  irreverent,
silly and tender.  They are compassionate, tough, gallant, caustic,
and their sense of humor - outrageous!!

They  didn't   like  Wingies,   Biggies,  Staff   Pukes,  Fixed  Wing Heroes, and above all - they  would  suffer no phonies  or  fools!!

Pappa  Fox - they  would   follow  to  hell,  their  souls  entrusted  to God and  their crew; sacred  and brave they flew and flew - no man  in  this  day and time  could repeat that path they trod, no  man - no man.

Some Foxes will  remain forever young, the rest are  here now,  to toast those fine - those few.  Peace is here now - we have paid our due, I'd personally like to go back in a B-52!

So lads,  raise a glass on high for  the Fox who flew  in that harsh Asian  sky - he flew to glory - some may ask why:  so many could live - so fewer would die.  Now some units have this - others have that - actually  Bullshit  repeated  in  mass, nothing remembered, nothing  to  last - but we  are Foxes - we  go on  and on - 'till  the shadow  of  life  grows  long - and  all  we  ask - IS  ONE  MORE VERSE OF THE PHU BAI SONG!

SEMPER FI,
SNAKE SHIT