Warbird Information Exchange

DEAR MOM, YOUR SON IS DEAD

Dear mom, your son is dead, he bought the farm today.
He crashed his OV- 10 on Ho Chi Minh’s highway.
He made a rocket pass, and then he busted his ass.
mmm, mmm, mmm

He went across the fence to see what he could see.
And there it was, as plain as it could be.
There was a truck on the road, with a big heavy load.
mmm, mmm, mmm

He got right on the horn, and gave the DASC a call.
“Send me air, I’ve got a truck that’s stalled.”
DASC said “That’s all right, I’ll send you Eagle flight.”
FOR I AM THE POWER!

The fighters checked right in, Phantoms two by two.
Low on gas, and tanker overdue.
They asked the FAC to mark, just where that truck was parked
mmm, mmm, mmm

The FAC, he rolled right in, with his smoke to mark,
Exactly where that f*cking truck was parked.
But the rest is in doubt, ‘cause he never pulled out.
mmm, mmm, mmm

(With Reverence)
Dear mom, your son is dead, he bought the farm today.
He crashed his OV-10 on Ho Chi Minh’s highway.
He made a rocket pass, and then he busted his ass.
mmm, mmm, mmm

HIM, HIM, F*CK HIM!
How did he go? STRAIGHT IN!!
What was he doing? Two sixty-nine!!
Indicated?
True!