While on R&R in Hawaii in 1970 from Viet Nam, I heard this song on the radio. It haunted me from that moment on. I searched for it every where with no success; with no title, no name of the singer, I was out of luck. I never heard it but once, and could find no one else who had.

There were a lot of songs about Viet Nam, but they all had an axe to grind, and when you carry the baggage that you pick up in a war you’re not real interested in grinding axes, yours or anyone elses.

I don’t know who wrote this tune and what his background is; wether he’d ever seen a war or not; but he must have lain in a strange bunk somewhere, and wished he was home.

God Bless him. For those who never made it home. God Bless him.

Gary Puckett   Home


Posted on April 17, 2012, in Where This Road Goes and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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