JUNGLE TRACK SONG
by Mike Subritzky 1972
28th ANZUK Regiment

A tribute to Ross H and the men of Victor 1 Company RNZIR, Viet Nam

Where’s me fuckin’ rifle?
Where’s me fuckin’ pack?
Where’s me fuckin’ webbing?
and – where’s the fuckin’ track?

I’m sick of fuckin’ walkin’!
I’m sick of fuckin’ rain!
I’m sick of fuckin’ jungle bashing!
and – I’m doin’ it a-fuckin’-gain!

It’s full of fuckin’ noises!
It’s full of fuckin’ birds!
It’s full of fuckin’ snakes and shit!
and – it’s full of fuckin’ lurgs!

I hate the fuckin’ Army!
I hate the fuckin’ Camp!
I hate the fuckin’ RSM!
and – I hate this fuckin’ tramp!

Another fuckin’ contact!
Another fuckin’ war!
Another fuckin’ body count!
and – another fuckin’ score!

So – where’s me fuckin’ rifle?
me fuckin’ webbing too!
I’ve found me fuckin’ discharge docs!
and – I’M FUCKIN’ SHOOTIN’ THROUGH!

Source

New Zealand War Poetry

my take on a typical american memorial event:

We love fire on food,
rolling shishkabobs again.
Wonderful heat source

perhaps a somber theme would be more appropriate:

Gathering bones
on Hiroshima’s burnt earth
under the blazing sun

i am not a fan of the rah-rah “greatest military on earth” poetry.