Terry D. Sutherland

HUNDRED DAYS AND A WAKE-UP

Trudging through the jungle
With “Hey Jude” on my mind
It’s always such a struggle
Humping ammo and claymore mines

Dreaming of the day I’m gone
Back to the world in a hundred days
Looking through sweat at the tropical sun
Standing in the jungle’s foggy haze

An early morning Highland patrol
Cold enough to see my breath
Willy’s boom box playing “Soul”
Me, thinking of the days I got left

Arturo has ten and a wake-up
He’ll be on that seven o quick
Hope he keeps his string of luck
Don’t die or go home sick

Trudging through the jungle
With “Hey Jude” on my mind
Trying to stay out of trouble
Just tryin’ to finish my time