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Okinawa Veteran
By Anonymous
Cong and paddies, mud and blood
Pour me a drink, forget I exist;
Give me a dollar, leave me be
PTSD got a hold on me.
PTSD got a hold on me.
Who cared when I got home
Broken, tired, angry and lost;
Don’t make up now, it’s too late you see
PTSD got a hold on me.
PTSD got a hold on me.
It don’t ever go away, it can’t
Not without lobotomy,
PTSD got a hold on me.
PTSD got a hold on me.
My war was long ago, it don’t mean nothin’
Not to you or me, not to anyone.
Younger man comes homes today, and just like me
PTSD got a hold on him and me.
PTSD got a hold on him and me.
Only cure known is to avoid the war
Quit sending us off to die,
Leave it alone and let folks be
PTSD got a hold on me.
PTSD got a hold on me.
