Letter from Home

Here’s to poker
And those nasty mre’s
Here’s to you all in dc
This coke’s on you!

Here’s to lockdowns
At half-past three
And that old goat screaming
“Men, get up on your feet!!@!?!”

Bathing in water
Under a…dang ole hose
Ain’t what I call cleaning.
It certn’ly ain’t so!

But I finally break down
And hit the black market
And get some soap, brushes, combs, do-dahs for my hair
And all the beer the guys could get!!!

Before we can party
They decide to attack
So up at arms we go to protect our land
“Charlie, you better get the heck on back!”

Later that night,
As we lay our brave comrades to rest
We sit and talk, and have a few cold ones.
The talks of their hatred, which we don’t understand.

Cause tomorrow, it starts over again.
It starts over.
It starts over again.

But we will fight for our rights and our free dom.
And here’s to you, red, white and blue
We’re comin’ home, soon as we can
Bama’s at the control, and we’ve got the plan!

The fight won’t stop till we blow the TERRORISTS up
Then it’s time for some Kentucky fried, with a big sweet tea.
My little daughter on my knee.
And I’ll be fine.

We’ll all be fine

The Red, white, and blue.

To you we’ll be true

Freedom to choose how we believe

Well, We believe.