Broken down from battles past Wearing insignia and medals awarded decades ago, Hearing gone from mortar and artillery barrages that still flash before his eyes, Reminiscing how his comrades died, A tear forms in the corner of his eye, Infantry man, foot soldier And an airborne trooper, Now, an unshaven, smelly Bent back old man in a drunken stupor, Trying to forget his murderous youth As an amerikkkan airborne troope, Airborne, All the way, Hand extended as he ask a passer by Any change for me today?
