"One of you knew her, and found her dead on the ground, how can you run when you know, four dead in Ohio"
Much like MV1, I was in a very similar life, Ft. Benning, Ga, just across the river was in full swing, training people to go to that war. Guys from Benning were getting jumps in at local dirt air strips. I didn't understand then they were SF, or why they were jumping dirt strips... Guys in full rattle battle were doing road marches on back country roads off post. Planes were low flying over the house after dark. Scary and exciting too.
Pops last duty station was Benning, and his buddies were running Ranger and Jump school then, and coming to the house, built a rodeo arena, and did a lot of rodeo and party. Every one of his buddies did multiple tours. Seven of them, four didn't make it out alive. Pop and mom were fighting like hell, Pop was going to take a Captains commission and go back in.... mom gave him a choice, divorced captain who would never see his two sons again, or else. He chose seeing his sons, and the else, reasons don't matter much now, but his buddies agreed with mom and as he buried the four, that played a big part too. I had an endless supply of tiger suits...
Can't say really when the guys who came back, and to the house, brought the 1000 yard stare, and some serious drinking and f'd up, but the rodeos weren't really fun anymore, and the drinking went on 24/7. Automatic weapons fire was like fireworks, and there was stuff that went boooommm. There were fights and some ugly shit. One of the black guys had the deadest eyes I've ever seen on a live human, and everybody walked around him when he was drunk or stoned (RIP, Robert Lee "T"). He wore the first ears necklace I saw.
The words to the song were alive then. At our age, me and mine didn't know about burned buildings or agitators, all we knew was a girl was dead. "T" said, "What a waste of good pussy", and when they got drunk, they all hated the war, and were against it, but on Monday, they were back in uniform and training on post.
The words, "How can you run when you know", got beat into me. The guys went back to war, they didn't run from what they hated, they didnt run from what killing a protester meant, to either side, they would have f'd her or shot her, either way, didn't matter.
I saw all the happy, sad, sober, and drunk, and mom and dad fighting like hell over Vietnam, and I sat there stealing beer, getting drunk, and singing those words, thinking about a dead girl and wasted pussy. Looking up to and trying to act like my heroes, my dad and his buddies from Ft. Benning.
Now, I don't know who that kid was. So much for reflection.
Four dead in ohio.... how many more.