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