GRUNTS
I remember they'd come in from the bush,
It was hot and their boots caked with mud
Their bodies were laden with weapons and fadin'
Fatigues and the cold sweat of blood
Brazen and bold and bad to the bone,
They'd drink the horror away
Late in the night if they got feelin' right
They'd head to the ville to get laid
Choi oi! Us REMFs, would see all the pain, and
Terror sunk in their eyes
We'd buy 'em some drinks, let 'em wash in our sinks,
And gave 'em our beds for the night
Tell me what price freedom?
Tell me what is the cost?
To turn your back on your soul
To save the weak and the old
It's a burden......
Only,
they know
Now as the rain beats down on the ground,
Another trip to the past
I see body bags on the flight line laid
With those that gave their last
I think of them now, the brave from the bush
And the scars from all of their hell
Heroes for sure and now they endure
With stories they'll never tell
Tell me what price freedom?
Tell me what is the cost?
To turn your back on your soul
To save the weak and the old
It's a burden........
Only,
they know