P.O.W (Life Stories Vol. 4)
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 7:46 am
His name was Jack McMann, he lost his right hand in Viet’Nam
Jack was sniper, used to bulls eyeing cans in the arizona sands
he was drafted in 72' along with other men and plenty fools
a young man at 22' not a plan and down on his money too
went through basic a good shot so he took sniper training
got a military fitted 30-30 feather triggered for tighter aiming
a sharp shooter, with a marred future and a blood endowed past
a tunnel rat shooting from cover to silence the loud blast
he racked up hits Scoring head shots at close to a thousand
a proud man trying to go from mole hills to climbing mountains
he was Counting the shell cases when the vietcong found him
they surround him, Shouting Vietnamese words he doesnt get
some FUBAR shit they busted lips cracked and crushed his ribs
Tied him up, muzzled his mouth, took his shoes an they walked
gun pressed into his spine. he couldnt believe he got caught
They seemed to walk and walk till the night came and went
they reached their destination as the tropical rain dispensed
threw him on the dirt, kicked on him, cut and bruised his skin
the pain made was out the old world but it became new to him
for 7 days they beat him, leaving him a battered an bloody pulp
they fed him rice and dead bugs contained with in a muddy hole
Jack started losing weight, became a frame inside a skeletin
looking like a pelican charlie’s tellin him this is where hell begins
with hellish grin, he refused to tell them anything by omission
held silent through the violence like survival was the mission
till they synched him grabbed his right hand and amputated
that was about the time the army rangers came through jaded
they found him hunched in corner bleeding out his right stub
Nabbed hum up to the LZ he felt dizzy with a slight buzz
He finnaly made it home after a year in vietcong Captivity
got off the plane and people spat and cussed at him with acidity
He gave his right hand for America and they gave him SPIT!!!
Whats the most you gave, cause to jack you aint give shit
and if you ask jack if he would re due it or do it Twice
the past is the past theres will be more pages in the story of life
Jack was sniper, used to bulls eyeing cans in the arizona sands
he was drafted in 72' along with other men and plenty fools
a young man at 22' not a plan and down on his money too
went through basic a good shot so he took sniper training
got a military fitted 30-30 feather triggered for tighter aiming
a sharp shooter, with a marred future and a blood endowed past
a tunnel rat shooting from cover to silence the loud blast
he racked up hits Scoring head shots at close to a thousand
a proud man trying to go from mole hills to climbing mountains
he was Counting the shell cases when the vietcong found him
they surround him, Shouting Vietnamese words he doesnt get
some FUBAR shit they busted lips cracked and crushed his ribs
Tied him up, muzzled his mouth, took his shoes an they walked
gun pressed into his spine. he couldnt believe he got caught
They seemed to walk and walk till the night came and went
they reached their destination as the tropical rain dispensed
threw him on the dirt, kicked on him, cut and bruised his skin
the pain made was out the old world but it became new to him
for 7 days they beat him, leaving him a battered an bloody pulp
they fed him rice and dead bugs contained with in a muddy hole
Jack started losing weight, became a frame inside a skeletin
looking like a pelican charlie’s tellin him this is where hell begins
with hellish grin, he refused to tell them anything by omission
held silent through the violence like survival was the mission
till they synched him grabbed his right hand and amputated
that was about the time the army rangers came through jaded
they found him hunched in corner bleeding out his right stub
Nabbed hum up to the LZ he felt dizzy with a slight buzz
He finnaly made it home after a year in vietcong Captivity
got off the plane and people spat and cussed at him with acidity
He gave his right hand for America and they gave him SPIT!!!
Whats the most you gave, cause to jack you aint give shit
and if you ask jack if he would re due it or do it Twice
the past is the past theres will be more pages in the story of life