FightinÂ’ Words
Written by Russ Vaughn
Friday, November 26, 2004
You media pansies may squeal and may squirm,
But a fightinÂ’ man knows that the way to confirm,
That some jihadist bastard truly is dead,
Is a brain-tappinÂ’ round fired into his head.
To hell with some weenie with his journalist degree
Safe away from the combat, tryinÂ’ to tell me,
I should check him for breathin,Â’ examine his eyes.
Nope, IÂ’m punchinÂ’ his ticket to Muj paradise.
To hell with you wimps from your Ivy League schools,
SittinÂ’ far from the war tellinÂ’ me about rules
And preachinÂ’ to me your wrong-headed contention
That I should observe the Geneva Convention,
Which doesnÂ’t apply to a terrorist scum
So evil and cruel their own people run from,
Cold-blooded killers who love to behead,
Shove that motherÂ’ Geneva, IÂ’m leavinÂ’ em dead.
You slick talkingheads may preach, preen, and prattle,
But youÂ’re damn well not here in the thick of the battle.
ItÂ’s chaotic, confusinÂ’ it all comes at you fast,
So itÂ’s Muj checkinÂ’ out because IÂ’m going to last.
Yeah, IÂ’ll last through this fight and send his rear away
To his fat ugly virgins while IÂ’m still in play.
If you journalist weenies think thatÂ’s cold, cruel, and crass,
Then pucker up sweeties, kiss a fightinÂ’ manÂ’s ass.
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66
About the Writer: Russ has a 40-year affiliation with the military, directly and as a retired health care marketer. He spent six years as a paratrooper with the 82nd and the 101st Airborne, and earned the Combat Infantry Badge in Vietnam with the 101st. Russ receives e-mail at lkv@direcway.com.
