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Way Hey Rock and Roll

a 20km ride along a tree-lined bicycle path. downtown to a bike-to-work-week BBQ (I work at home!). thinking about the past 3 years. the best of times. the worst of times. thinking about meeting up with friends for our Friday brew. thinking about the big hike I was going to do the next day (last week 30km). thinking about my army buddy coming to watch the Stanley Cup game and wondering what kind of beer to buy (I bought Corona – epic fail, it should have been Canadian or Labatts or Bud). thinking about winning the big award for a fully-funded PhD and all the logistical challenges that’s giving me. thinking about sunshine. thinking about what a great bike I have. then suddenly, I come across a section doing a big walk. out front a crusty old warrant with a sandy grey mustache, a Patricia. then 20 soldiers with a giant war-tested Sgt. walking alongside (and I can tell if they’re war tested, it’s in the eyes and ease) shouting out a marching “song”, the troops responding. at the tail end, two young female medics. some troops wave at me as I pass them. a few wink. it’s a beautiful day for a long walk. I think about where they’re walking. I wonder if they really know themselves. where they’re walking to.

here’s their song

EARLY IN THE MORNING
Chorus:
Way hey rock and roll, way hey rock and roll
A Little bit of rhythm ‘n’ soul
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You’ve landed on the beach again, you’re orders are you’re digging in
The rising sun’s a beautiful thing
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You stand to when the sun goes down, you’re watching all the ground around
You stand tie watch it rise again,
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
From the bush a rustling sound, someone’s moving on your ground
The enemy’s lying all around
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You hear the whistle coming in, you think dive into the dirt again
The shells they come a raining in
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You hear a bullet whistle by, you think your time has come to die
Behind you there’s that final
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Your enemy starts a creeping in, machinegun crew they start to grin
A gimpy makes an terrible din
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You see an Harrier overhead, and then you see a flash of red
Rockets are gone the enemy’s dead
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You look up tot the rear for when, you see the shoppers coming in
Over the bushes, trees and then
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
They’re hovering just above your head, and then they’re down and someone says
We’ll take the wounded then the dead
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Now look up to the front you man, they’ll come again you don’t know when
The rising sun’s a beautiful thing
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
The mortar’s bombs are raining down, you hear your buddies calling out
But you just want to hug the ground
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
The bullets they are flying now, you see your buddies falling down
It’s such an awful way tot die
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You look around among the dead, you see an friend or two are there
You wonder what the world’s becoming
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You hear the bells a ringing out, you hear just how the angels sing
You wonder why you left your beds
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Your plane it is a flying now, you know you’re homeward bound at last
You think about your friends who fell
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
You’re on the street and walking round, you turn to hear the children say
Did it have to end this way
Early in the morning.
Chorus:


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