Sitting here listening to the “oldies” and remembering how we sang the same songs in Vietnam.  Good memories in a bad place.

“Give me a ticket for an airplane, ain’t got time for a fast ship.  Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home. Uncle Sam just sent me my orders“

“In this dirty old part of the world, where bullets can fly anytime.  People tell me there ain’t no use in hiding, and one thing I know is true, we will be dead before our time is due.”

The changed lyrics fit us at the time and the singing with friends  is a good memory of a time so bad.

“We gotta get out of this place, if it’s the last thing we ever do. We gotta get out of this place, if it’s the last thing we ever do, guys there’s a better place for me and you.”

I wish I could have those days again.