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Winter Soldier

By Words and Music by Leslie Fish - with additional Words by Kathleen Taylor

They say the war is over. I watch the slow rain fall
And wash away the posters from the streetlamp and the wall.
No one wants to talk about that country or its war,
But we are not the same people that we were before.

Chorus And I’m a winter soldier, still slogging through the snow,
Trying hard to make somebody see,
You don’t even have my reasons to forget the things we’ve done,
And I can’t let you go forgetting me.

No one cares to mention the name of Viet Nam
Or think about the legacies of bullet, blade and bomb,
We died there by the thousands, and we killed thousands more,
And we are not the same people that we were before.

No one seems to notice the survivors of the fight.
You’re half an hour a hero and then pushed out of sight,
As if they were ashamed of us—reminders of the war.
Oh, they are not the same people that they were before.

They don’t want to talk about our government’s defeat,
The protests, the resistance, the marchers in the street,
The fraggings, the refusals to fight their bloody war,
‘Cause we were not the same people that we were before.

They say the war is over. It’s hard to realize.
But we must go on fighting…our government’s damned lies.
We’ll call them on their bullshit and remind them, just once more,
That we are not the same people that we were before!