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I'm out on patrol jus' thinkin' of you
Out humping the killing zone, feelin' kinda blue
But I'll be back to hold you tight
Remember me darlin', everythin's all right
Jus' gotta do my duty with all my might
In this little hissy-fit fight.
But my ragin' brain can't help thinkin' of you
Running my fingers through your curly do
I remember when I held you tight
Everything seemed oh so right...
Then I went far away
I would not return for a year and a day.
Though in my dreams I still hold you tight
In my dreams everything's all right
Humping with the combat infantry
Fighting evil men of infamy
Who done freedom wrong
Who desecrated liberty's song.
Oh baby, I'll be home soon.
I see your sweet smile in ev'ry killing moon
Dreaming for only you I pine
I feel your lips on mine
Little things you say and do
Make me want to be back in "the world" with you.
Gotta do my patriotic chore
Though fighting I abhor
Rather think of the honey I adore
But here there's death all around
Here where real monsters abound
Wanting to plant me six feet under the ground.
Rather dream of you saying "I love you"
Than wily Vietcong pursue
This fear's got me reelin'
Jus' dreaming of war's bloody feelin'
Trading memories of your softness
For this fighting and dying obtuse.
So I can't be thinkin' too much of you
Because there are men preoccupied with my dying too
Lots of people here don't like me very much
Dedicated to killing me with their bloody touch
Wanting to reunite me with dust from whence I came
For this fight holding me to blame.
So I can't dream too much on it
Unless I want to be kickin' up daisies in this forest pit
Find the bullet with my name on it
I'm so glad your love takes me away from this bullsh�
uh, er, tragedy
Remember the way you dance and hold me tight
Raving dreams got me reelin' all right.
Dreaming of back home with your love
Never again to be lonely, my honey dove
Tell me, not to be lonely
Tell me, you love me only
Back across the heartbreak sea
Where my rue love waits for me.
I still dream of that tender kiss
Of that "just right" bliss
With the heart of me infatuated,
Feelings in my heart celebrated
Basking in the glow of romance
Impassioned in loves sweet dance.
I dream longingly of that night
Foretelling a future so bright
There under the golden moon spun
Here in a dangerous land under the gun
Where the race in the gamut of life is run
Victory and the agony of defeat lost... or won. |
By
Gary Jacobson
Copyright 2006
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About
Author...
In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co
2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple
Heart.
Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he
hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by
a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are
full of silver threads that rise inside them as
the moon grows large." So Gary says he
writes because "It is that these silver
threads are words poking at me � I must let them
out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot
bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate
those who haven't the foggiest idea about the
effect that the horrors of war have on
boys-next-door."
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