Transport, weapons platform, living accommodation…the Klepper canoe.
Big 6!
Am I dead? Am I dead?
The paddle is down I can no longer be fed
Am I dead? Am I dead?
The Klepper canoe moves with a team of two
Am I dead? Am I dead?
To the sea we parachuted off the plane’s tailgate
If the Klepper piles in we meet our fate
Sixteen miles out from the nearest land, we need lady luck to lend a hand
Am I dead? Am I dead?
We sink the pallet to become a reef
The Klepper’s prepared there is no grief
In we both get and paddle on a bearing
Sixteen miles to land just how are we fairing?
Am I dead? Am I dead?
We hit the coastline and without any wear
Now to paddle up the river to the enemy’s lair
Green lights flashing before my eyes
In the jungle’s darkness we’ve been taken by surprise
Am I dead? Am I dead?
Our bodies are smashed by tracer and ball
The enemy has us as I begin to fall
Out of bed and onto the floor
It’s just an old boat trooper behind my front door
Am I dead? Am I dead?
Reliving the dream of days gone by
I awake with a thud and begin to cry
A member of Big 6 I’m so proud to have been
Curled up on the floor I don’t want to be seen
Am I dead? Am I dead?
Bob Shepherd 
A Humble read Bob, Come Home!.
Taka said hello mate, you were in the conversation the other day.