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A helicopter pilot landed in My Lai near the end of this horrible massacre perpetrated upon Vietnamese peasants by American troops...I never knew certain American troops were also involved with finally putting an end to it.
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A tribute to someone who has come into our life and helped live and learn and love
Genre:
Acoustic - Folk
Songs by artist:
264 songs
Upload date
June 14, 2005
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MP3 7.2 MB
128 kbps bitrate
0:00 minutes
Words/music
David Rovics © David Rovics 1998 All Rights Reserved
Story behind the song
I was in a wonderful cafe (Hyperion Espresso) in Fredericksburg, Virginia, when I read in the paper about this helicopter pilot who landed in My Lai near the end of this horrible massacre perpetrated upon Vietnamese peasants by American troops. I never knew until I read this article that certain American troops were also involved with finally putting an end to it. The only reason Hugh Thomson's heroic story emerged after thirty years was because the government of Vietnam was preparing to give him a medal for his actions, and the U.S. Army decided it wanted to try to avoid being upstaged.
Lyrics
Hugh Thomson was a pilot, just like many more Fighting for Old Glory on a far-off, foreign shore He was on a lethal mission, only one of many Following his orders to kill the enemy, to kill the enemy He flew low above the village, searching for the foe When he saw a wounded child on the path below He thought this to be a sure sign that the enemy was near So he radioed for back-up and more choppers did appear... "Help the wounded," he cried out, "and beware of an attack" And then the child died by a bullet through her back And when he looked around for the culprits of the scene It was a company of men in U.S. military green... The dead were in the hundreds, strewn all around In this place called My Lai, which once had been a town There was a hut of huddled children, soldiers had them in their sights Hugh decided at that moment to fight for what was right... "Train your weapons on the G.I.'s," and his 'copter crews obeyed And stood among the children, tattered and afraid The whole town had been murdered, but for some kids and widowed wives And Hugh Thomson made sure that those remaining would survive... It was a fifteen-minute stand-off in a knee-deep sea of red Amidst the moaning of the dying and the silence of the dead Hugh Thomson was a soldier and he served his country well On the day he saved the lives of a dozen kids in hell... ---- Created December, 1998 Copyright David Rovics 1998, all rights reserved