Fool Such As I Music of Elvis heard on IE namtour/fool.html by Gary Jacobson © 1999 Im writing from a fighting hole Bleak and weary My eyes jaded from constantly searching to see Charley lurking in jungle dark and dreary Dedicated to nothing more than to kill me... Hes preoccupied with my dying. I know my death lies somewhere out there Surely in wait for me lying... But whether death comes today Or the next I bite the bullet sent my way... “The Nam” will forever my being vex Forever wounded body and spirit hex. I know now just how much I’ve lost Appreciate for the first time How great the cost To a fool such as I Come here to this land of hate for to die. I never really knew how much I loved my home Before I left for war’s folly adventuresome How dear were everyday parts of life Taken for granted before I was handed A gun and a knife... Sent so far away to kill or be killed. Oh what a fool am I... I just hope I get one more chance Before in this lonely fighting hole I die In life’s temporary abeyance... To tell you, I mean really tell you... How much I love you mother Father, sister, brother... And tell Laura I love her Im always thinking of her. I had the riches of the world In bounty unfurled Laid before me Surrounded by a loving family Friends, church and neighbors teaching This budding flower of youth nurturing The brightest hope for future of our nation Sharing elation in adoration This favored son Loving This wayward son Along lifes straight and narrow guiding, Instilling goodly values This great land embues, Before with wartime hates colliding. Now sitting in this fighting hole I know I’ll never again be that naive boy I once was whole. My innocence this war will destroy. I’ve seen and done too much. Cruel war did my excellence in virtue debauch. I’ve witnessed men and nations at their worst. In tears my naive bubble burst... O I’m a fool, don’t you see Realizing too late the wealth I had around me. I’m a fool my darling, cause I love you... Now I may never more see you. And if I do, Will you like what war has made of me, The demons I’ll forever carry deep inside of me? Can you abide that war I will eternally fight My quest to finally make things right? Now sitting Writing Of the good life dreaming In forlorn fighting hole dark and dreary Beleaguered spirit torn and weary Waiting...Waiting...Waiting. O what tales I’ll have to tell by the fireside... O how I’ll kiss that soil back stateside Back in the land more than life I love Take me back To the land I traveled so far away to serve Take me back Back to those welcoming arms Before I traveled into a land of guns and harms, In my great war with no better prospect than to die! If I do, I’ll wait for you, In heavenly courts on high. Now I’d better put this letter by I’m writing Cause I hear them coming Now Gliding through jungle tares seeping, creeping So close by now Vile hatreds curled crinkling their brow I can almost touch them now Feel their hot breaths heated so In writhing throe Venomous curses slithering Softly in silence slinking Their violent intent keeping Through intemperate jungles flow Where wait-a-minute tangles entwining grow. Time to distill fruits pure hatred does bestow. Time to reap the harvest warriors sow. My rising blood Steeled to fight the good fight A fight only soldiers know... Hold your breath...Quiet now...or you’ll die now! Curdled breathlessly now... Time for a little more of me to die... Tomorrow I’ll ask why.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 02:14:30 +0000
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