| Now the Captain called me to his bed
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| He fumbled for my hand
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| «Take these silver bars,"he said
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| «I'm giving you command.»
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| «Command of what, there’s no one here
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| There’s only you and me --
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| All the rest are dead or in retreat
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| Or with the enemy.»
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| «Complain, complain, that’s all you’ve done
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| Ever since we lost
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| If it’s not the Crucifixion
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| Then it’s the Holocaust.»
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| «May Christ have mercy on your soul
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| For making such a joke
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| Amid these hearts that burn like coal
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| And the flesh that rose like smoke.»
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| «I know that you have suffered, lad,
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| But suffer this awhile:
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| Whatever makes a soldier sad
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| Will make a killer smile.»
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| «I'm leaving, Captain, I must go There’s blood upon your hand
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| But tell me, Captain, if you know
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| Of a decent place to stand.»
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| «There is no decent place to stand
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| In a massacre;
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| But if a woman take your hand
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| Go and stand with her.»
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| «I left a wife in Tennessee
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| And a baby in Saigon --
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| I risked my life, but not to hear
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| Some country-western song.»
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| «Ah but if you cannot raise your love
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| To a very high degree,
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| Then you’re just the man I’ve been thinking of --
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| So come and stand with me.»
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| «Your standing days are done,"I cried,
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| «You'll rally me no more.
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| I don’t even know what side
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| We fought on, or what for.»
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| «I'm on the side that’s always lost
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| Against the side of Heaven
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| I’m on the side of Snake-eyes tossed
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| Against the side of Seven.
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| And I’ve read the Bill of Human Rights
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| And some of it was true
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| But there wasn’t any burden left
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| So I’m laying it on you.»
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| Now the Captain he was dying
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| But the Captain wasn’t hurt
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| The silver bars were in my hand
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| I pinned them to my shirt. |