I called once for a corpsman in Vietnam on a hill called Con Thien, and for the
tour I did the time I spent, I'd hear that call again and again.
A man lay dying , took a rocket blast from about fifteen yards.
No one heard it coming, the one that was supposed to kill you.
I changed the frequency of my radio and said corpsman up at the LZ, a man
down, or something to that effect, then peered out of the bunker through the
rest of that rocket attack.
The man hit was in such pain as he lay there bleeding in the rocket rain.
The corpsman came running with his bag of patches and pain killers, his heart
full of compassion and care.
He knelt over the man, rockets still coming and tended to him the best he
could.
That corpsman saved a mans life that day by risking his own.
Corpsman up, without you there would be more names on the wall.
Corpsman up, God bless you for answering the call
The sound of a rocket, the sight of a jet
Ten years have passed since I went over the sea.
Ten years, and a lot of old memories.
Nightmares of war, I dreamed for awhile, visions of bodies all in a pile.
The smell of dead men I won't forget.
The sound of a rocket, the sight of a jet.
Over mountains, or walking through sand, leaving behind a bloody land.
It's been ten years, and it's time to forget.
The sound of a rocket, the sight of a jet.
Billy Ray Whisenant USMC Echo 2/12 Headquarters 2/9 forward observer radio
operator. 10/67-10/68
Red White and Blue
Three colors that come to mind when in battle and it looked like we
were through.
Stars and stripes, and the colors red white and blue.
I've been there, I've fought day and night.
I kept feelings in about not being treated right.
No parades, I gave my medals away.
I went through hell, but I'm not in hell today.
I killed men that were trying to kill me.
I did my part for our great country.
I came back whole except for a hurting soul.
Red, white, and blue, I fought for freedom, good and true.
I'd fight again, I'd walk and run through fields.
I'd fight with strangers and friends.
Red, white and blue, colors that I understand.
If they try for us they will have to fight every American .
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Bill
