668. Goodnight Saigon

In Honor of James Clayton Swinney (Captain Separated)

1940 — 2015

The O.G. Fortunate Son, I am a Fortunate Son
Goodnight Saigon, Billy Joel (Studio)

We met as soul mates,
On Parris Island.
We left as inmates,
From an asylum.
And we were sharp,
As sharp as knives.
And we were so gung ho,
To lay down our lives.

Parris Island, USMC Basic Training Location

We came in spastic,
Like tameless horses.
We left in plastic,
As numbered corpses.

And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight
We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope

Jo Collins & Bo Belinsky
Playboy Playmates in the Vietnam War


We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might

And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we’d write
And we would all go down together

Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood
On every acre

Buddhist Monks During The Vietnam Way


And who was wrong?


And who was right?

Jane Fonda, Vietnam

It didn’t matter in the thick of the fight.

We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island

Platoon Trailer
Full Metal Jacket, Basic Training

We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being


And we would all go down together!


We said we’d all go down together!!!!!

Yes we would all go down together.

In Honor of James Clayton Swinney (Captain Separated)

Goodnight Saigon. A Good Thing.

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