I served and am glad I did.
3 plus years with an Airborne Division - the entire year of 1968 spent as a Cobra Gunship crewmember in Vietnam. Another 24 months in the Fulda Gap on the then East German border with West Germany. Most of the time spent watching Russian tanks maneuver across the border. We watch them they watch us. During the Cold War the East German border with West Germany was a hot spot to be. I was still in my teens when I arrived in Vietnam in January of 1968, talk about green, but you grow up fast in an enviornment like Viet Nam was in the late 60s. Honorably discharged as a sergeant in January of 1972.
wil..
3 plus years with an Airborne Division - the entire year of 1968 spent as a Cobra Gunship crewmember in Vietnam. Another 24 months in the Fulda Gap on the then East German border with West Germany. Most of the time spent watching Russian tanks maneuver across the border. We watch them they watch us. During the Cold War the East German border with West Germany was a hot spot to be. I was still in my teens when I arrived in Vietnam in January of 1968, talk about green, but you grow up fast in an enviornment like Viet Nam was in the late 60s. Honorably discharged as a sergeant in January of 1972.
wil..
Got to love the good old days when it was easy to see who the "bad guys" were too bad those lines are blurred now days. We are lucky to have you still with us Wil, and honored to have such a brave soldier visit us down here in the RubberRoom from time to time. As you were soldier.
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Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone
I could have gone to Canada
Or I could have stayed in school
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules
Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
And the next I'd stand and curse
No place to run to
Where I did not feel that war
When I got home I stayed alone
And checked behind each door
Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
The ground at home was covered in snow
And I was covered in sweat
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet
Everybody says I'm someone else
And I'm sick and there's no cure
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure
When i was still in Saigon
Still in saigon
I am still in saigon
In my mind
Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
Afraid some day I'll go insane
That's been ten long years ago
And time has gone on by
Now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky
All the sounds of long ago
Will be forever in my head
Mingled with the wounded cries
And the silence of the dead
'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
I am still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
Yes, I'm still in Saigon
In my mind
Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone
I could have gone to Canada
Or I could have stayed in school
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules
Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
And the next I'd stand and curse
No place to run to
Where I did not feel that war
When I got home I stayed alone
And checked behind each door
Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
The ground at home was covered in snow
And I was covered in sweat
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet
Everybody says I'm someone else
And I'm sick and there's no cure
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure
When i was still in Saigon
Still in saigon
I am still in saigon
In my mind
Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
Afraid some day I'll go insane
That's been ten long years ago
And time has gone on by
Now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky
All the sounds of long ago
Will be forever in my head
Mingled with the wounded cries
And the silence of the dead
'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind
I am still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
Yes, I'm still in Saigon
In my mind
hno:That's right! and our designation number 581 stands for the number of times we gang banged your mother.
I was wondering if you knew what a book looked like. If so, look up Vimmy Ridge, Pachendale, Depppe, and also tell me who has the world record for the longest sniper shot.
but arguing with you is like fucking someone with down syndrome. It may be good for a laugh, but you may realize your still dealing with a fucking retard.
shoot yourself in the head.... this time with a round of ammunition, and not your gay lovers load.
If you even had the balls to wear a uniform, you would know who we are.
Your not funny. In fact, you have less of an IQ then a crusty cum bubble on a fagots asshole.
From humor to honesty, shut the fuck up and die. Eat a bullet, jump off a bridge, jump into traffic, pay a fat hooker to give you aids. Whatever the medium. Just die and relieve the world from a uselessness shit pump who needs a good swift-shit kicking.
