O man on the hill you sent us there
To a burnin hell for worse to fare
stingin sand and the blindin glare
in our face for early death to stare
lost an forgotten tribes with a snare
hummvies an gizmos didn't prepare
for lost friends an those who care
to sit on tonnage and deathly tare
bros and pals that covered my back
frozen for days, stored on a rack
I lost a limb an another an eye
Some were stung by a wicked fly
Natives saw us an tongued a spittle
their ire an angst, we knew but little
The barking sarg was such a creep
crackle an static wouldn't let me sleep
Someone's war was, for us to wage
to stand chins up and face the rage
endured for days the rancid stench
crooks and groups of ilk and hench
great the words for freeing a nation
truth trickled down in meager ration
Unfolding lies have tied my hands
My Youth's been lost to distant lands
Cryptic messages scribbled on packs
Lost in the mad rush to roll the sacks
An back'ome mowed my gal's look,
too long waited, another she'd took!
This messy ruin is of your make
Screwed up logic "for the counties sake"
Time's done a circle, around the stars
stripes are blurred the spin now jars
The dangling pride on a roof in Nam
The last post and the report is bam
Your dole an help can't lend me sate
Shuttling healthcare, to end my fate
Original"”saadat (Islamabad)
(April 13, 2009)
Some lingo has been advantageously used to mirror the rambling thoughts in the wracked mind of a disenchanted pfc"¦"¦
April brings to fore memories of the "operation frequent wind" evacuation of Saigon
Nam----
http://www.fas.org/irp/nsa/almanac-saigon.pdf
http://pro.corbis.com/images/U1835718-8.jp...CF83157030D3%7D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj_ImnJrOA0...feature=related
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