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Johnny is sitting next to me,
With his head firmly placed in-between his knees,
The contents of his stomach is lying at his feet,
He claims it's due to the rough nature of this sea,
And I forgot to reply, to my mother's letter last night,
Perhaps she'll finally receive, the first I had to write,
And in the peace of this moment, the calm before the storm,
I heard her voice inside of my head, left my cold heart feeling warm
And the sleepless nights, that might deliver my fate,
Have been taking their toll on my of late,
I can't seem to find an energy fuelled by passionate hate,
And in the panic of this morning, I forgot to check the date,
I think it's early June
And I forgot to reply, to my mother's letter last night,
Perhaps she'll finally receive the first I had to write,
And in the peace of this moment, the calm before the storm,
It suddenly struck me, I know to what I'm fighting for,
Well I'm well aware of the cause,
It's just I'm sick and tired of this bloody war,
It may well be for my children in years to come,
But right now all I want to do is lay down my gun,
And swap my khaki greens,
For a fresh shirt and a pair of those new American jeans
Johnny is sitting next to me, I point his gaze, toward that infamous beach,
For a minute it's like summertime, at home, before I'd seen,
The seething mass of bodies, the ghosts of men already haunting,
High above the sea.
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