Treasure Island

Joe Howell

(05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

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The army taught me,
back in 70
That some people needed my help
back in Viet Nam
So they trained me to kill
back at Fort Sill
Trained me to jump from a plane
back at Fort Benning
Said OK, now go kill some
back at Chu Lai
Killed a lot, both day and night
back at LZ FAt City
They sent me home, after a year
back to the 'World'
Tried to forget all about the war
back at the bar
Had a lot of trouble keep a job
back at the salt mill
Held a lot of anger
back of my mind
Went to counceling
Back at the VA
Learned I needed pills
Back from the pharmacy
Now Im in a daze
back in my mind
And where was my bed made?
back in Viet Nam

Submitted: Sunday, July 09, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010
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