This is indeed a story of a soldier. This was mainly done for a friend (R-Win) who was obsessed with the Vietnam war. And if I tell you this song makes me physically cringe and shiver, you are not wrong. This was a mistake on so many levels. The singing is horrible, the vocals are absolutely raw without effects and the lyrics are so cheeze it makes you wanna crawl up your own arse and scream into your pillow.

So you might think I would refrain from uploading and pretend this never happened? Then you definitely do not know me, sir. Cringe is absolutely a good time. And this is good memories. So now you can cringe with me. No trouble at all. Enjoy.

This is actually a vocal version of a song I made earlier, called Generation. So you have the instrumental there if you want to go karaoke. If you do, I definitely want to hear it. Anyway, I was 18 and living at home at the time, so I had no equipment to record on what so ever. I don’t remember exactly, but this was definitely recorded on one of those cheap plastic thin Microsoft desk microphones. Could not have been worse. But it worked. Exported the tracker song to wav and recorded the vocals in Cool Edit Pro, which is what Adobe Audition was called in the early 2000’s.

Oh, and before I forget. 8 years later I set out to remix this song, which ended up becoming Resident Evil. Go check it out and read about my confusion.

Mama – I’m writing you from the warfield.
I am tired, cold and sitting here all alone.
Dave and Joe they died under battle today.
They were killed an attack and I wonder what’s the point.

Mama – we’re sitting here as soldiers.
Dreaming of the day that we can all just go home.
But I write to you this day now mama to tell you.
That it’s war now and my duty is to stay here and fight.

My brave soldiers it is war and we will fight.
To foreign lands we’re going to kill at first sight.
My brave soldiers lock and load and come with me.
It is war, we shall destroy until our lands are free.

I hope you’re proud of me now mama I’m a soldier.
I am fighting for your home here in Vietnam.
I bet back home I’m a sinner and a killer but I feel fine.
Cause I fight for the lands that I love that I can call home.

This is a story about a soldier.
Who were sent a hundred miles away to fight another man’s war.
One of these days he got a letter from the army and it said he was going.
He was sent to Vietnam as a soldier in the 22nd Airborne.

In the valley of la Drang in ‘Nam poor Jack was landed.
The commander of the platoon gave him orders and a gun.
It is war here, my son, and the NVA is closing.
But if you kill the Vietcong and follow orders you’ll be fine.

My brave soldiers it is war and we will fight.
To foreign lands we’re going to kill at first sight.
My brave soldiers lock and load and come with me.
It is war, we shall destroy until our lands are free.

And if you wonder just what happened with the soldier of this story.
He was walking a patrol in the jungle searching for mines.
Then a claymore exploded in his face and he was killed.
And he died for his country as so many have done before.