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(To the tune of Detroit Diesels) When we were sailors we seldom thought about Being sailors. We thought about, well, girls And happenin’ tunes from AFVN ‘Way down the river in happenin’ Saigon We thought about cars and beaches and girls And would a swing ship bring any mail today In big red nylon sacks of envelopes Love postmarked in a fantasy, The World We thought about autumn and home and girls While sandbag stacking and C-Rat snacking We thought about being clean and dry again While pooping and snooping in Cambodia When we were sailors we thought about our pals And what they were, and who                                                        before the dust-offs flew
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
When We Were Sailors
(To the tune of Detroit Diesels) When we were sailors we seldom thought about Being sailors. We thought about, well, girls And happenin’ tunes from AFVN ‘Way down the river in happenin’ Saigon We thought about cars and beaches and girls And would a swing ship bring any mail today In big red nylon sacks of envelopes Love postmarked in a fantasy, The World We thought about autumn and home and girls While sandbag stacking and C-Rat snacking We thought about being clean and dry again While pooping and snooping in Cambodia When we were sailors we thought about our pals And what they were, and who                                                        before the dust-offs flew
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lawrence-hall
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
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