~ The Sweetest Sound ~
Not songs of choice nor lover’s 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 it’s worst and men at
their best
Sadly, I’ve 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
I’ve heard beautiful songs of choice and
the sweetness in my lover’s 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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