I was a free man once, in Saigon

She’d walked in slow, through smoky haze,
In the heat of another Bien Hoa night game,
The only blonde in that death-drenched pall,
Ignoring all who watched but me.

It felt like we would last till morning,
And I shrugged away the lanky frenchgirl,
Placed a quiet one-fifty P
In her cool and practiced tiny hand.

The night was ours in the very last place,
Two short-short-short short-timers there,
A duffel-bag drag and a bowl of cornflakes,
We’d both fly home in the grey good light.

I was a free man once, in Saigon.
I made a chance between two souls.
The first is gone and almost old now,
But the blonde remains, and the memory she stole.

1. I was a prisoner in a Mexican Whorehouse
   
2. A long time gone
   
3. How to brush your teeth in a combat zone
   
4. Libber and I go to war
   
5. Fate takes a piss
   
6. Thanks For the Memory
   
7. Back in the Shit
   
8. LZ Waterloo
   
9. Saturday Night, Numbah Ten