||four portraits of a man in a hat;text reads "Whirrrrr! Not too loud (the helicopter) - - wish we could make it whisper: ssshh! Top secret: The sound of losers' walk (on defeat): pitter-pat -- tip-toe through rice paddies: Boom! - -Someone planted a thorn! American history starts here in retreat. With their tales between their feet sweeping the mine-fields: history's so near! Friendly fire (it up and pass it 'round): All point in the same direction: downtown (Saigon); same spot (same cooker or hooker) - - then shots ring out from the grassy knoll near the white house and the casualties mount (after a friendly count): Ta-tit-for-tat-ta! But listen to the mockingbird: Bra-ta-ta-tat! And still batting their wings for Bob Hope: a joke sustained; old jokes never die, they make general. A brake (for a fall!) in the voice of America while the birds re-arm their darwings for bird Vietnamization: fly retreat every change in the weather."