~ The Sweetest Sound ~
Not songs of choice nor loverís voice will ever compare
To the sweet sound of rotor blades as they beat through thick humid air

I am a Viet Nam vet I served in the Infantry
The word Grunt refers to men like me

I have seen war at itís worst and men at their best
Sadly, Iíve rapped brothers in ponchos and sent them to their final rest

Now many years later as I lie here in bed
The visions come back to race through my head

The scars on my body will forever remain
As I touch them, once again I feel the pain

"...Once again I find my self on the ground
 With blood, my blood, all around..."

As I lay there in unconscionable pain and fear
Came the sweet sound of rotor blades as my Dust-Off drew near

When at long last I reach my final day
I will look back on my life and say

Iíve heard beautiful songs of choice and the sweetness in my loverís voice,
And yet these cannot compare

To the sweet, sweet sounds of rotor blades
As they beat through thick humid air.

Ernie Smiling Hawk
© 2003 used with permission


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