On the karaoke stage the narrator of my story would sing the chorus from the 1965 Animals’ song ‘We Gotta Get Out Of This Place’.
Singing that chorus was a brief escape from where we were.
We were ex-civilians wearing green clothes and carrying guns in a foreign country.
We sang it at the end of the night at the end of the bar.
We sang it many times when friends were rotated home, some walking, some not.
We briefly spoke it in the field when a grab of civilian life back home was needed.
When your power is out of your control and your destiny is a long way away in the back of your mind, you must have something to look forward to, even if it’s leaving a place while looking back on the run.
We sang it at the end of the night at the end of the bar.
We sang it many times when friends were rotated home, some walking, some not.
We briefly spoke it in the field when a grab of civilian life back home was needed.
When your power is out of your control and your destiny is a long way away in the back of your mind, you must have something to look forward to, even if it’s leaving a place while looking back on the run.
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