I love the smell of
napalm in the morning!
If someone tells me that’s their favourite line,
I’ll likely take that as a useful warning,
and think: This dufus
ain’t no friend of mine!
cuz if you think that Kilgore is your idol,
it’s fair to say you’ve missed the movie’s theme.
which makes me think All
Yanks are homicidal!
with Wagner-flavoured
national fever dreams.
For me, the key is Willard’s opening speech –
imprisoned in a dark he can’t control,
lamenting wasted time and virtues bygone –
as peace and sanity twist out of reach,
he growls a line from out his tortured soul:
Saigon.
Shit. I’m still only in Saigon.
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