Waylon Jennings is twanging over the airwaves,
Asking me if I bore witness to the events unfolding between him and the Apple of his eye.
I can hear it though,
He's got a load of chew in,
And I'm jealous.
Quitting *****,
Doesn't matter if it is good for you or not,
It just *****.
Memories come rushing back in when I smell that minty tobacco.
A "graduation gift" from our Drill Sergeants,
Just offering us some if we wanted it,
Seeing as we were no longer recruits,
But honest to god infantryman,
The jolt of nicotine directly to the mouth after 4 months of nothing,
The head buzz hit me like a sledgehammer,
But thankfully enough I'm not alone.
Another memory,
I'm trying to get the taste of bile out of my mouth, as we're dumping our gear after a long ruck,
The blood seeping through the heels of my boots,
A familiar blue tin is offered to me by my team leader,
I nod to him in thanks,
As I wipe the sweat from my forehead.
A more painful one,
The lingering taste of midrange bourbon,
Mixing in with the harsh bite ofย ย *****,
Toasting to friends lost.
The present time gently brings me back to my chair as the song fades out.
Yes Mr. Jennings, I can see what she's doing to you,
I'm where you're at right now.
Waylon Jennings cover of Can't you see, originally penned by The Marshall Tucker band.