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Oct 2013
I got that letter this morning it was no surprise to me
All hands on deck.
Boot camp in three weeks. get your ducks lined up. Charlie has a bullet for me.Maybe a bouncing Betty or two.

Camp Lejeune. Jar  head central.
Drop yer ***** and grab yer socks ...Gonna get my mind right for the fight.

So. Face down in this Paddy. Buffalo crap. ******* lite.
Locked and loaded.Gonna die today I think.My number's about to play.
Mr Charlie on home turf. Incoming is whistling me a lullaby.

So tell me again why I gotta be here?
Down for the di di. Goin the other way.

V.C. can see me but I cant triangulate.
Little guy in black pajamas. Fighting for their wives kids and mamas.
Need to dig in. gotta move.

Boom.  

six  O clock news . Mr Cronkite singing the body bag blues.
Old McNamara just upped the ante.
Mothers dont let yer babies grow up to be cowboys.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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