Thirteen Months

The old man said, “Boy, you should have been there back in forty three!

We marched with ‘Blood and Guts’ and we whooped ’em fair and square!

We showed the whole world who was boss, and if you’d been there with me,

You’d be proud to wave Old Glory, and you’d damn sure cut your hair!”

Well, I swallowed back the bile and calmly walked away.

His words had touched a part of me that still smoldered deep.

There are those who brag of those they slaughtered in their day,

But God what I’d give for one full night of peaceful sleep….

How the hell does he know where I’ve been and what I’ve done?

I did what I had to do to keep myself alive!

Just to hold my boy again and watch the rising sun!

Not knowing where his mama’s at or if she’s still my wife!

For thirteen months I lived the lie that someone gave a damn,

There was a God somewhere, that what I did was right.

And so I killed and killed again and tried to forget what I am.

And somewhere in the battle lust I lost the lust for life.

I couldn’t sit and wait for the one that has my name

So I volunteered for Lurp and went and searched the bastards out.

I left ’em where I found ’em with no way to hide their shame.

They found out the hard way what Love is all about!

We couldn’t ‘lock and load’ until we were fired upon.

TV told its tale and politicians played their game.

They thought that they could cheat me if they took away my gun,

But I left a trail of blood that a blind man could trail.

My buddies called me ‘Two-Step’ because my blade was swift and sure.

Soaked in human blood was the way I counted coupe.

Hand to hand combat always left me feeling pure.

That way I could tell myself, “Buddy, it was me or you!”

Yeah, I still have the nightmares but I lived to walk away,

Satisfied I did my best to make the world a better place.

I came back to the World and went to hell that very day

When I woman called me Baby Killer and a man spit in my face!

How the hell do they know where I’ve been and what I’ve done?

I did what I had to do to keep myself alive!

Just to hold my boy again and watch the rising sun,

Not knowing where his mama’s at or if she’s still my wife!

For thirteen months I lived the lie that someone gave a damn,

There was a God somewhere, that what I did was right!

And so I killed and killed again to try to forget what I am!

And, somewhere in the battle lust, I found a lust for life!

© 1987 Larry Brinkley

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