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A soldier returning from Vietnam, haunted by dreams, turns to drinking. |
Ol' Johnnie Walker Red Jesse’s girl got pregnant, so he made her his wife No way to pay the rent, he had to change his life With a baby on the way, he joined the army in the fall of ’65 Maybe on a soldier's pay, he could keep their hopes alive Jesse said goodbye and went to work for Uncle Sam Six months of basic training and he’s off to Vietnam His weapon was an M16, with it he was skilled Just a boy of nineteen, so many NVA he killed His tour of duty ended in the spring of ‘68 Back home to his family, hoping to celebrate Jesse kissed his wife and held his little girl The past, he put behind and gave life a whirl No work, no jobs and their bank account was shrinking Nothing else to do, so poor Jesse began drinking Some hippies gathered at the corner, burning American flags Those dirtbags called him “Baby Killer”, seeing his dog tags Jesse fought for their Freedom and this is what they do? He couldn't believe their disrespect for the Red, White and Blue His wife had enough of his bitter anger; she said she couldn't take anymore She whispered “Goodbye”, cried and kissed him, then softly closed the door With his rage, he’d chased away all the friends over the years he made Now even his family left him, sacrifice for his country, is this how he’s paid? So out comes his best and only friend, his buddy Ol’ Johnnie Walker Red Jesse drunk as usual, staggered down the hall and fell into his bed That night the dreams came again, about that war we won Jesse sees all the men that he killed, each a father or a son The faces of their families, accusing him, tears in their eyes One by one they pass before Jesse, he hears their dying cries Feeling sick to his stomach, he struggles out of bed He’s got to get out of this place, away from the dead Jesse runs out the door and slams it behind He needs to find a place the NVA won’t find The next day a passerby looks at the end of the street And there, in the corner lay a body, a gun by its feet Right next to a dumpster, lay poor Jesse, cold and dead His only friend beside him, Ol’ Johnnie Walker Red Steve Alexander 9/14/2014 |