Well we barely make the airport
For the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway
I could hear the people shout
They said, “don’t come back here Yankee”
But if I ever do
I’ll bring more money
‘Cause all she wants to do is dance
And make romance
Never mind the heat
Comin’ off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
My memories of April 30, 1979 is sitting on my duffle bag in the company area of Ft. Bragg NC awaiting orders to return, orders that never came even though we promised the South Vietnamese we would if the North violated the peace accords.
I spent 19 months in the Central Highlands, losing 13 buddies and for what?
Why was our sacrifices so easily cast aside by so many?