„Richard Nixons Tod“ Hunter S. Thompson’s Essay ist beispielsweise in der Sammlung „Die Rolling Stone Jahre“ verlegt. Ursprünglich war er wohl Teil seines Bandes „Songs of the Doomed“.

Hacks: Marxistische Hinsichten

• Brief an J. Oehme

-Äußerungen zum Angriffskrieg der USA gegen Vietnam

Jedi Mind Tricks: Uncommon Valor

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil /
They send me there to Vietnam to kill innocent people /
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care /
We trying to leave the footprints of America here /
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion /
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed /
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win /
Against the Viet Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh /
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children /
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians /
Yeah, and that ain't right to me /
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me /
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms /
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs /
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines /
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive /
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder /
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder' /
In a fox hole with nine months left here /
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here /
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home. /
(officer speaking) /
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country? /
(solider speaking) /
I like being here. I'm ready. /
True story… /
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman /
Skilling, killing, illing /
I'm able and willing /
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village /
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas /
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit /
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict /
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing /
Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing /
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream /
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being /
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit /
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit /
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute /
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it /
I'm in it to win it, get it /
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing /
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it /
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it /
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying /
It's heating up, a hundred degrees /
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please /
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease" /
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees /
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man /
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand /
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us /
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas /
They want to harm us /
They all up on us /
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain /
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain /
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions /
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines /
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud /
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood /
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother /
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights /
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights /
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types /
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive /
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived /
I escaped the war, came back /
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped /
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic /
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it /
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive /
Cause in life, God take, God give /