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re: On Average, A Veteran Commits Suicide Every 65 Minutes
Posted on 2/19/21 at 12:29 am to Sao
Posted on 2/19/21 at 12:29 am to Sao
Dreams of Napalm
An old man sits in the alleyway,
A veteran of Vietnam,
They sent him home a casualty,
But he still dreams of napalm,
Captain of the football team,
Some said he was college bound,
But the draft board cut short all his dreams,
Sent his boots to foreign ground,
They were ambushed in the jungle,
When he watched his buddy die,
Then he picked up his machine gun,
And he let the bullets fly,
Yeah they gave him a medal,
For his valiant attack,
But a mine took his legs off,
Before they sent him back,
Well they gave a ticker tape parade,
And he watched it from his chair,
And he tried to live a normal life,
But his mind was still back there,
Yeah the nightmares never seemed to end,
So he pours another glass,
If he’s lucky then he’ll dream again,
Of when he threw a touchdown pass.
Now he shivers,
In the cold,
With his bottle,
Grey and old,
Tattered coat upon his shoulders
But the winter’s getting colder
Yeah an old man sits in the alleyway,
Now his life is at an end,
Just another wasted casualty,
Of a war we couldn’t win,
Yeah the boys they sent away from home,
Those that made it back again,
Tossed aside like trash in the alleyway,
With the wounds that never mend
An old man sits in the alleyway,
A veteran of Vietnam,
They sent him home a casualty,
But he still dreams of napalm,
Captain of the football team,
Some said he was college bound,
But the draft board cut short all his dreams,
Sent his boots to foreign ground,
They were ambushed in the jungle,
When he watched his buddy die,
Then he picked up his machine gun,
And he let the bullets fly,
Yeah they gave him a medal,
For his valiant attack,
But a mine took his legs off,
Before they sent him back,
Well they gave a ticker tape parade,
And he watched it from his chair,
And he tried to live a normal life,
But his mind was still back there,
Yeah the nightmares never seemed to end,
So he pours another glass,
If he’s lucky then he’ll dream again,
Of when he threw a touchdown pass.
Now he shivers,
In the cold,
With his bottle,
Grey and old,
Tattered coat upon his shoulders
But the winter’s getting colder
Yeah an old man sits in the alleyway,
Now his life is at an end,
Just another wasted casualty,
Of a war we couldn’t win,
Yeah the boys they sent away from home,
Those that made it back again,
Tossed aside like trash in the alleyway,
With the wounds that never mend
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