LAMENT OF THE RESERVIST



I was a civilian and flew on weekends

No sweat about clanks and no sign of the bends

But I am a retread and older I grow

Now I fly a Mustang, it's old and it's slow.



cho: Sinuiju and Anak, Sinanju and Sinmak

They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane.

Quad fifties and forties and one hundred sorties

They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane!



Oh, once I was happy and I flew a jet

At 35,000 how fat can you get?

They sent me to Nellis for six weeks to train

They gave me a Mustang, it's no aero-plane!



We strafed and we bombed and we shot air to air

Then off to Korea, we're fouled up for fair

We came to K-Four-Six to fly with this Group

My hair's turning gray and my wings have a droop!



I flew my first mission and it was a snap

Just follow the leader, don't look at a map

But now I've got eighty and lead a sad flight

Go out on armed recce and can't sleep at night!



Went up to Mig Alley, S-2 said no sweat

If I had not looked'round, I'd be up there yet

Six Migs jumped our ass and the leader yelled "Break!"

Sixty-one and three thousand, how my knees did shake!



If I live through a hundred and they ask for more

I'll tell them to shove it, my ass is too sore

They can ram it and jam it for all that I care

Just give me a Wing job, a desk and a chair!



(Tune: "Cigareets" and Whisky)

from There I was...Flat on my Back, Stevens

@war @Army @air @Korea

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