Green Hill

I loved this song so much. I first heard it in April and RealmWriter’s collaboration “Welcome to the Jungle”.

Green Hill

 

On a warm summers night the planes took off,

to the jungle we flew.

 

Landed at a jungle airport somewhere in Panama,

on buses we did board,

the other side of the canal we were taken.

 

To Ft. Sherman “bound”!!!

 

“Get up, pack your bags…

you’re going into the jungle boys”.

 

Darkness at midday,

sweltering humidity kept us alive.

 

Insects four times bigger than they should be,

the foliage ready to eat you alive.

 

The prettiest colors are a man’s worst friend.

 

Don’t swim in the shags or the sharks will eat you…

for a snack.

 

Come into the heart of the jungle,

no one knows if your alive.

 

At the end of the wait a minute vines,

arrowhead frogs,

bushmasters (OH they were fun),

and black palm,

came the ultimate humility.

 

“GREEN HILL”

 

That’s where you’re tested beyond your willingness to survive,

a treat that’s waiting to baptize  you…

as a jungle worrier.

 

Obstacles larger than life and twice as hard to scale,

around the ocean bend,

up the rope netting that’s slick with jungle moss,

down the mud rotting with jungle fever.

 

Now to the low crawl pit (Oh yes the low crawl pit baby).

 

Survive that…you think you did?

HAHAHAHAHA.

We have only begun,

for now is the time you learn,

that you can handle anything life throws at you.

 

In that one pit,

at the end of “Green Hill”

you realize you can accomplish anything in life.

 

It was the pit that made many a worrier stronger,

made them believe that no matter what life throws at them,

they could look life in the eye and spit back.

 

It strengthened our backs,

and made us hate everything that could not be beat.

 

It was are coming of birth…

birth into a new stronger light of righteousness.

 

It was a simple thing really,

it was one of the things that made us who we are…

who we could become…

it gave us the strength to continue even when life beat us down.

 

The strength to look a terrorist in the eye,

and burn him where he stands.

 

A strength that made our enemies tremble before us,

tremble with fear for their soul in the afterlife.

 

Fear that they would not measure up,

to our respect.

 

Fear that they might meet us,

on the battlefield.

 

 

 

If you want to know what it was…

ask someone who was there, or even better…

 

live “Green Hill” in person.

 

 

  

            

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Brave to write these. Nothing scares you Ron, your heart at tackling anything in writing really impresses me.

[ron]

Thank you KL. A lot scares me, the one thing that scared me when I was active duty (1986 to 1993 was chemical warfare. You cant shoot a gas cloud and stop it. And now what scares me most is the radical terrorists. I am just a man with fears.