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My Green Bag of Tricks |
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Given a bag full of life saving supplies,
Given gung-ho speeches that were mostly lies,
I was a Corpsman back in sixty-six
A saver of lives with my green bag of tricks. |
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I was their brother, priest, father and friend,
I was the one who could help them mend.
I was chosen to tell them lies;
To them when hit they would not die. |
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No braver men have I ever seen
Than those I called "My Marines".
They'd fight all day in jungles of hell
Then they'd tell me, " Doc, you were swell". |
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They laid down their fields of protective fire
To protect me from the VC's ire
To cover me til I could reach their friend
'Cause I was the one that would help them mend. |
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As long as he was breathing when the chopper arrived
It was "Hell, ole doc kept another one alive."
No matter what happened back in the rear
'Cause I kept him breathing I got more beer. |
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What makes me mad and makes me cry;
I never knew my men would die.
I knew they could hurt and knew they would bleed
But my green bag of tricks was my only need. |
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I had the splints, bandages and things
To save the lives of "My Marines".
I never gave anyone permission to die,
I was there to make death pass them by. |
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Now at night when the lights are out
I lay in my bed and hear them shout,
I see them in the fields were they fell,
Shouting, "Doc, I'm dead. You lied like hell." |
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Copyright 1989-2002 Robert W. Cooper
https://www.angelfire.com/tx/theaidstation
https://www.angelfire.com/tx4/auxiliarylady |
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Ambush |
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Eyes clawing at the dark
For any clue
That the enemy is waiting
Ahead for you. |
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Creeping so slowly
Through the night,
The jungle around you
Void of light. |
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Trying to move quietly
Is just a joke
With a sixty pound back pack
And a full sweat soak. |
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Then blinding bursts
Of muzzle flash tears,
Impaling soldiers
On lead tipped spears. |
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Panic hits
And then is gone.
You react for a chance
To see the dawn. |
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You slowly turn
To the ambush side,
Walk in line to it.
Behind your bullets, hide. |
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Your friends fall down
But you don't bat an eye
You just keep on firing
As they ascend into the sky. |
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When it's finally over
Your body count has grown,
As body bags turn buddies
Into guys that you have known. |
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Loss is worse than fear
Is what I always say,
'Cause fear just gets you high,
But the loss won't go away. |
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İİ September 2, 1996 Sarge Lintecum
http://www.vietnamblues.com
"A Humane Guide to VA Benefits for Veterans with PTSD"
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