Reply #3: Oh, i see your point, statistics are easier to deal with than reality. here's a nice song... [View All]

[Jeffersons Ghost]

Here's some lyrics I reworked for our troops when "JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME"

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
He'll sleep in a box in the alley then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will sneer, the girls will pout,
The land-lords will quickly throw him out,
As they wait for back-pay
When Johnny comes marching home.

The older bums will steal their wine,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
As PTSD blows his mind,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village dogs and rats will prey
If he sleeps to deep to shoe them away,
But that's all okay
When Johnny comes marching home.

Get ready for the winter chill,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
It will cut them down like Hamburger Hill,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The funeral wreath is ready now
To place upon his wounded brow,
Will this be okay?
When Johnny comes marching home.

Let fear and sadness rule his day,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let choicest treasures in DC stay,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
And let each one ignore their pain
As our veterans stand in the driving rain,
Is this all okay
When Johnny comes marching home?