Ode to a Badguy.

Yes, we sought 'em. In the Autumn.

And we caught 'em in the Autumn.

And in the Autumn, when we had to, we fought 'em. In the Autumn.

They fall, in the Autumn, and we fall. In the Autumn. Because, in the Autumn, we got 'em. Some of 'em, anyway, and a lot of others, too. They would fall, in the Autumn.

And the ARVN, oh, we taught 'em in the Autumn. No boots, they call 'em "sneakers" for a reason. In the Autumn, and on into the Winter.

The Autumn of Saigon was what we bought, taught, that was our lot. Oh, a mistake! It was the Fall of Saigon, not the Autumn of Saigon.

Our Father Which Art in Heaven, fuck you.