Can't be happy no more, not since the war.
My buddies and I all lost a limb at Dien Pha, so the kids would tease us awfully. They called us the hoppin' gang: Nam-style. Even made up some mocking movements. Terrible.
Me too. Today was a good day. I had to take a walk down the long and winding road, but little early pearly came by in his curly whirly and asked me if I needed a ride.