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When I was Young

Contributed by twisterchaser on Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 09:19:51 PM in AEST
Topic: war

When I was Young
When I was 19 and in my prime,
I went away but only for a short time.
I went away to see a far away land,
I belive in freedom here I was to make my stand.
All dressed up in my new government issued camouflage green,
they gave me a few weeks of training to make me feel mean. Boy fill your duffel and get on that plane,
what they neglected to tell you was ( Boy you will never be the same.)
Here you go boy a brand new toy, why son no you don't need a new gun.
And them new boots your right boy they don't know how to run.
I know you have been in the bush for weeks son, Rain, Snakes, Gooks, Mud, Blood,
oh I know your a little tired. You can rest while you set on guard.
Sleep? why no you can't go to sleep.
If you do you will only be a warm heap.
That is why they give you R&R,
so you can get drunk to cover the scars,
148 hours of desperately going from Bar to Bar.
Pack in as much living as you can,
Sleep? yeah I slept; on the way back to Nam.
By
Andy Williams
173rd.Airborne
( Casper )

Copyright © twisterchaser ... [ 2004-05-22 21:19:51]
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Re: When I was Young (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 09:58:12 PM AEST
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Sad but very good writing. We cilvilians need to hear more of this type writing.
I really appreciate u and all our soilders out there. It's really sad that u as once a soilder or still? Anyway, thing is we very seldom hear life on your side of the fence. It not only effects u for the rest of your life and your family members as well.
Great job.
Luv, huggs, inner peace,
emy

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