Fightin Words
Written by Russ Vaughn
Friday, November 26, 2004
You media pansies may squeal and may squirm,
But a fightin man knows that the way to confirm,
That some jihadist bastard truly is dead,
Is a brain-tappin round fired into his head.
To hell with some weenie with his journalist degree
Safe away from the combat, tryin to tell me,
I should check him for breathin, examine his eyes.
Nope, Im punchin his ticket to Muj paradise.
To hell with you wimps from your Ivy League schools,
Sittin far from the war tellin me about rules
And preachin to me your wrong-headed contention
That I should observe the Geneva Convention,
Which doesnt apply to a terrorist scum
So evil and cruel their own people run from,
Cold-blooded killers who love to behead,
Shove that mother Geneva, Im leavin em dead.
You slick talkingheads may preach, preen, and prattle,
But youre damn well not here in the thick of the battle.
Its chaotic, confusin it all comes at you fast,
So its Muj checkin out because Im going to last.
Yeah, Ill last through this fight and send his rear away
To his fat ugly virgins while Im still in play.
If you journalist weenies think thats cold, cruel, and crass,
Then pucker up sweeties, kiss a fightin mans 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.
