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Post by Jacky on Jul 26, 2007 14:41:08 GMT
"Let's hear some." Another soldier challenges Jack, him and two other buddies leaning against a tree nearby.
I glance over to them and then look back to the guitar. Alright. If they wanna hear my music, they'll hear it.. But I'll make sure to keep it *my* music. For fuck's sake, I'm not gonna change it just because of the place where I ended up now.
I scrape my throat, and play the first notes, a rather upbeat rhythm.
A protest song.
What else..?
After some twenty seconds the rhythm changes and I really start the song.
"Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.."
More soldiers get interested now, either in disagreement with the song already, or curious what the hell this guy's up to again now.
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Post by Hannah on Jul 26, 2007 14:42:38 GMT
I small smirk plays around my lips, eventhough this place is bad, and I walk up to Sparrow. I sit down on the ground and use the sides of my heavy boots as drums, drumming the rythm as he plays.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 26, 2007 14:46:49 GMT
I look up and exchange a grin with Stone, continuing the song;
"And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why, we're all gonna die."
A group of about twenty men has gathered around us now and are listening to their song, some faces angered, others amused.. some people clap in encouragement of me and Stone. I keep playing, not letting those few angry glares shut me up of course.
"Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds —
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come."
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Post by Hannah on Jul 26, 2007 14:50:56 GMT
"And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why, we're all gonna die."
I sing along softly, when the chorus comes this time. My hands keep drumming the rythm. I notice the angry glares aswell.. but I don't give a rats ass for it.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 26, 2007 14:54:17 GMT
More soldiers are clapping to the rythm now, as I start the next verse:
"Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.."
There's a sudden rustle in the crowd, and soldiers get pushed aside as three lieutenants and sergeants push their way through. I spot them for a moment but don't react yet.
"Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late!"
I fix my eyes on the three men.
"Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box!
And it's one, two, three.."
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Post by Hannah on Jul 26, 2007 14:55:37 GMT
That moment, when Sparrow starts the chorus again, one of the three starts shouting orders or yelling some kinda stuff at us. I don't really listen to it, too fascinated by the song.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 26, 2007 15:00:05 GMT
The yell at the crowd to split up and get their asses back to their tents. Apparently no one likes to live in a association with this scene, and all the men are quick to leave, even the ones that were clapping just a minute before.
Lieutenant Taylor is first to recognize one of the trouble makers. "SPARROW!" He yells.
I stop playing and look up, like I've done nothing wrong. "Yeah?"
"Get onto your feet!" He turns to Stone. "Who the hell are you!?"
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Post by Hannah on Jul 26, 2007 15:01:24 GMT
I raise slowly. I am taller than the officer and lick my lips slowly. "Joe King.."
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Post by Jacky on Jul 26, 2007 15:03:49 GMT
"I fucking hope you realize you're gonna be in as much trouble as him, King." Taylor snarls.
"For singing?" I smirk.
"You know what I mean." He glares at Jack.
"Cos... I heard this other guy sing his friend a happy birthdaysong.. you might wanna get a hold of him too." I philosophize.
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Post by Hannah on Jul 26, 2007 19:13:50 GMT
I watch the sergant, a slightly 'what the fuck do you want' look is on my face, though not too obvious so he can actually say something about it. I don't reply to his question.. which wasn't really a question in the first place, eventhough I know he most likely wants the 'sir, yes sir' which anyone else would give him.
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