Old Soldiers

Can you remember Old Soldiers

…….When we walked the walk?

Bout a thousand years has passed

Since then.

Pvt, Pvt 1^st class, Lance Corporal, Corporal, Sgt.

Seems like we rose in the ranks fast didn’t it.

………….Grew up fast too, way too fast!

Seems like our legs are now shaky

And we can’t run as fast…

Freedom shows us that

We sure in hell didn’t run then either.

Appears to me that time has powdered

And respect has left town on the Greyhound…

Leaving us with all the baggage….

But that’s ok

Cause what the hells one more bag?

I haven’t ever unpacked my ditty from the Nam

An my back is still strong…

I can carry the excess load

Nuthin’ to it

Sides if I fall, there will be another brother

To pick it up and pack it up and carry on

You see we went to the Nam as strangers

But we returned as brothers.

The civvies don’t understand that concept.

Those of us with red dirt under our skin

Understand…

Remember the battle days when we were

Soaked and covered with mud?

Dirty, gritty, scared shitless.

Black, white, red, yellow, brown?

Couldn’t tell then didn’t matter

Still don’t….

What does matter is this,

We old has-beens belong to each other.

Always will,

Til the last brother stumbles…

Upon our demise,

Some curious soul will surely open the bags,

God help em’

Boon