Camp Holloway Discussion Forum Archive 05 - 02/12/06 to 01/21/10

A song from 66

Way down in the Ia Drang Valley,
At the end of a hot summers day.
beside his busted chopper,
A young army pilot lay.
His buddies had all gathered round him,
He looked in the eyes of his friends,
He knew from the sad looks they gave him,
That is would soon be his end.
He raised himself to his elbows,
And stirred in the sump where he lay,
To his buddies who round him came sighing,
these are the brave words he did say,
"Tear from my liver the crankshaft,
Take the piston rod out of my brain,
Carry them back to the hangar,
And assemble the engine again.
Take the rotor hub off of my shoulders,
And the stab bar out of my neck,
Carry them back to the hangar,
There's a lot of good parts in this wreck",
Then he spit out a valve and some gaskets
And these were the last words that he said,
"Don't bury me in the IaDrang,
and don't tell my mama I'm dead".
"Take me back to pleiku, and drink a last toast to us all,
We'll all be dead 'for it's over
and it'll be over by fall".
So stand to your glasses tall boys,
This world is full of lies,
Here's to the dead already,
And HURRAH! for the next who dies.

Based on a WWI Song, Modified by Bob Taylor in 1966

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