what kind of medic was I in those days where luck was that much after the fact I swear it is who might live and who the silly napalm niece hit those ain't no VC playing golf and if any slip under our general westmoreland will bags by golly jeepers where did you get that nine iron going downtown happy luck medic medic medic there is this disease called nostalgia with trench mouth come and catch us sugar meat downtown superman. William "Wild Bill" Taylor |