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2004.11.26

Fightin' Words

This just in from my favorite poet:

Bill,

Couldn't sleep; this thing about the media bastards second guessing our troops kept running through my brain. Got up and wrote this. Hope you like it and don't mind the language. You and I both know, in actual G.I. talk, it would be a lot rougher.

Regards,

Russ

Fightin' Words

You media pansies may squeal and may squirm,
But a fightin’ man knows that the way to confirm,
That some jihadist bastard truly is dead,
Is a brain-tappin’ round fired into his head.
To hell with some wienie with his journalist degree
Safe away from the combat, tryin’ to tell me,
I should check him for breathin,’ examine his eyes.
Nope, I’m punchin’ his ticket to Muj paradise.

To hell with you wimps from your Ivy League schools,
Sittin’ far from the war tellin’ me about rules
And preachin’ to me your wrong-headed contention
That I should observe the Geneva Convention,
Which doesn’t apply to a terrorist scum
So evil and cruel their own people run from,
Cold-blooded killers who love to behead,
Shove that mother’ Geneva, I’m leavin’ em dead.

You slick talking heads may preach, preen and prattle,
But you’re damn well not here in the thick of the battle.
It’s chaotic, confusin’ it all comes at you fast,
So it’s Muj checkin’ out because I’m going to last.
Yeah, I’ll last through this fight and send his ass away
To his fat ugly virgins while I’m still in play.
If you journalist wienies think that’s cold, cruel and crass,
Then pucker up sweeties, kiss a fightin’ man’s ass.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66

Damn, Russ, you've outdone yourself, and that ain't easy my friend.

I've said it before but I can't say it to often: Thank you for your service, Russ. Welcome home.

Posted by Bill Faith on November 26, 2004 at 05:53 AM in Poetry, Russ_Vaughn | Permalink


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