INDEX
DEDICATORY EPISTLE............................................I
PROLOGUE......................................................II
FUCK COMMUNISM...............................................1
OLD COWPOKE...................................................2
BYE BYE CHERRY................................................1
A GOOK NAMED CHARLIE..........................................3
DRAFT DODGER'S RAG............................................4
NO SLACK—FIRE EM UP,.........................................5
GORY GORY,.....,.............„....»,........,................6-7
ONE ONE BRAVO,,.....,...,,....,................................8
GUNSLINGER.. „.................................................9
I WANNA GO HOME.....,.........................................10
SHORT TIMERS CALENDAR.........................................11
Good for one yoar
On any US Army Helicopter
For all Combat Assaults
Green or Red Landing Zones
DEDICATORY EPI STLE
The -unparalleled tradition of the famous jungle
fighting, ass kicking, name taking, air mobile, NO 3AGK
Battalion is immortalized for the ages in the shape of
drinking songs soldiers love to sing* NO SLACK solc&ers
have reduced these songs to written fonn during thedr
infrequent and brief respites from combat*. Many printed
editions of these songs have preceded this one and
many will certainly follow.
This edition of the NO SLACK him book is dedicated
to all those soldiers who have carried and will carry
on their lips the proud slogan NO FUCKING SLACK, SIR*'
AMEN
Ganp * Earjlo
1 Sept 69
MUXICAL NO'JE: Most of the tunes to these hims are well
known* It is hopod that by constant use and flaming
tradition fthe little known tunes will live in the hearts
of NO SLACKERS.
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T/, Those Who Fight For It,
Freedom Is The Taste
The Protected Never Know
The "NO SLACK" Trac-5.t3.on
After twenty -months of continuous combat in Vietnam, the term
"NO SLACK" naturally and spontaneously ovolvod with the Second Battalion
(Airborne), 327th Infantry. The meaning of the o-.cpression is simple.
It connotates a full censure of effort by evrry nan in the Battalion in
every activity performed. It implies no broather from work, no relief
from combat and more si$iificantly, no ronuost for respite. To the
soldier of this Battalion, it means one entire year in the field.
"NO SLACK" when e;qpressed upon greeting in e::cha;.ig . of the hand salute,
typifies the rugged determination and unparallod spirit e amplified by
the American soldier* No other words could bettor reflect the pride,
ambition, and professionalism alrea-V committed to history by the officers
and men of the "NO SLACK" Battalion I
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PUCK COMMUNISM
BUck OonKtunisKi
Pack Corcroriisrn
Pack it all night long
Wa will stay right here
For one Peking year
Aad go back -:her© vie belong
Puck OoranurJLam
IVicJc the WA
Hxdc the Viet Cong
We idll stay ri^ht here
For ono fudcing yea*
And go bade where we belong
BIB BIB CHERRY
Bad* your ass against the wall
Here I cor-e-~balls and all
Bye Bye Cherry
I lmo\r I ainft got a lot
Bat vhat I got v&ll fill your twat
Bye Bye Cherry
Drop your bloody kotex dovra beside you
Ju.rt before ny penis censs inside you
She emc once—J came tvice
Koly Moses—Jesus Christ
Cherry Bye %e
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OLD OOWPOKB
An old ccvpoke lit up a smoke and cursed the desert heat
He pureed upon his faithful steed and beat his fucking v:eat
When all at once a slant eyed cunt came riding doiin the trrdl
He rodo along beside her and asked her for some tail
Yi£v«ee-I»a» Yip-eeJUo,
He rode along boside her
And ask?d her for some tail
Her tits -/ere long and flabby- and her cunt was filled -.rith clap
He throw her to the desert sand and gave her ass a slap
She hissed, she pissed, she rcoand, she 'groaned, she threir him from her
crack
He landed in the desert sand and broke his fucking back
Yip~eo«I~a, Yip-se-L-o,
He leaded in the desert sand
4nd broke his fucking back
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A GOOK NAMED CHARLIE
Let mo toll you the story of a gook nnnod charlie
On that tragic and f^tsful dsy
Hg pv.t ?:.Vv>. po? in hi 3 pocket, kissed his wife and fcnily
And vror-t to fi^ht for the NVA
3r.t did ha -aver return, no he never returned
And his fate Is still unlearned
He may hump forever in silent terror
Hefs the gook that never returned
Charlie picked up his ammo at the Hanoi Depot
And started the long hump south
He humped thru Laos and thru C^.ubodia
•When he got here his shit hung out
But...
Charlie made his home in the Quang Ngai Province
His bunkers were low and long
He thought he!d beat us until we met him
We proved our shit was strong
But..•
Oh, the rumble of the bombs and the roar of the gatlings
Made the cherries shake with fright
Th.e short-timers hid behind tall trees
As redleg lit up the night
But..,
Charlie!s home in the hill was a shattered ruin
when we reached it the very next day
And Carved on a tree were Charlie's initials
Under—fuck the NVA
But...
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DRAFT DODGERt g RAG
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keopin1 oDd Castro down
But when it came my time to serve I said, "Bettor Red than Dead"
And when I got to my Braft Board, this is what I said:
Chorus*
Sarge I!m only 18, I've got a ruptured spleen and I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat and my asthma1 s getting worso
Think of my career, my sweetheart dear, my poor old invalid aunt
Bosides I a±nft no fool, I!m goin* to school and T.\m workin* in a defense
plant
I got a dislocated iisk and a fu.ii.ed up back*, I!m allergic to flowers and
bugs
I got epileptic fits when a boml^hell hilts.. I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got weakness woes, I can't toi:£h my tooc? I can barely reach my knees
And if the enemy ever gets close to mu, 1*11 cortataly start to snooze
Chorus:
Well, I hate Ho Chi Mihn, I hate ten like sin* but ono thing you gotta soe
Sarge, if somebody1 s gotta go over thorn* that somebody he ain't me
So have a ball sarge, watch1 an fall - kill me a hundred or so
And if you ever have a war without blood and gore, I'll be the first to go
Chorus:
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NO SLACK-----FIRE EM UP
I Iovg to go a-wandering
My rucksack on my back
And as I go I lovo to sing
No mother fucking slack
NO SLAOKT firo en up (3 times)
No mother fucking slack
NO SLACK ~ firo on up (tvico)
No mother fucking slack
. I shoot my gun at oil I mcjt
And they shoot back at mo
And redleg pounds so loud and sv?ot
From every i-w->B
NO SUCK.,.
Oh may I go o^u*?ndor5rig
One mother fucking year
And may I cut no fucking slack
Till I get out of hr.ro
NO SLACK*..
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GORY GORY
(Ttaie of "Battle Jfymn of the Republic")
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
As ho checked all his equipment and make sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar
,rTou ainft gonna jump no morel"
Chorus:
Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to die]
Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to kiej
Goiy, Gory, what a helluva way to die J
And ho ain't gonna jump no more
"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant, looking up
Our hero feebly answered "yes, " and then they stood him up
Ho jump right out into tho blast, his static lino unhooked
And he ain't gonna jump no moro
Ho counted long, he counted loud, he waited for tho shock
Ho felt the wind, ho felt the cold, he felt the awful drop
He pulled reserve, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his sock
And ho ain't gonna jump no more
The days ho!d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind
He thought about the girl back home, the one ho!d left behind
He thought about tho medics and wondered what they'd find
And he ain't gonna jump no more
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild
Tho medics jumped and howled with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed
And he ain't gonna jump no more
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GORY GORY
(Continued)
The lines were twisted round his neck, the connectors broke his dome
Tho risers tied themselves in knots around each skinny bone
The canopy became ha s shrcua as he ho hurtled to the ground
And he ain*t gonna jump no more
He hit the ground, the sound was "splatt," the blood it spurted high
Hls comrades, they were heard to say: "What a pretty way to die]"
He lay there roling around in the welter of his gore
And he ainft gonna jump no more
There was blood upon tho risers, there ^as brains upon the f chute
Intestines were a-danglin9 from his paratrooper suit
They picked him up still in his * chute and poured Man from his boots
And he ain't gonna jump no more
They operated all night through but it was in despair
For every bone that ho possessed was ruined beyond repair
And so ho was buried then,, his silken f chute his shroud
And he ainH gonna 'jump no more
They say he went to hn)avo:i and arriving there I'm told
He got a pair of silver boots and a parachuto of gold
He may be very happy there but 1*11 stick hero below
Cause he e±n!t gonna jump no more
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ONE ONE BRAVO
A soldier in VIot Herat I111 toll you about
He's packing nis M-16
A soldier in Vict ITnm
It's 11B I rV;an
Some pooplo cell him an old boonio rat
He's packing his M-16
Sono people coll hin an infantry grunt
It's 11B I moan
Ho drinks his hot soda and he drinks his hot boor
Ho!s packing his M-16
laid onco in auhilo he gets a standown 1 the rear
It!s 11B I moan
He eats his c-rati^ns or naybe a lrp
Hd's packing his M-16
If ho eats in the moss hall he's surely gonna burp
It's 11B I mean
If ho cm use a shitter he really can boast
Hdfs packing liis M-16
Cause most <>£ the time the jungle is his host
It's 11B I iiopn
He humps through the jungle and he humps thruough the grass
Hd' s packing his M~16
At night ho lays a haze to kick Charlie's ass
It's 11B I mean
(Repeat first vorse)
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GUNSLINGER
I hear that train a-conin!
Shefs conin* round the bind
I know that Charlie1 s waitin1
To blow that train again
But I'm stuck up in this chopper
All I can Do is fly
When I hoar that whistle blowing
I hang my hoad and cry
I know there1 s I^MVS riding
In those dirty ol-:"1 box ca,r!s
Drinking that La. Rue Beer and smokin* their cigars
But ITm stuck up in this chopped
All I can do is fly
When I hear that whistle bio win.1
I hang my head and cry
When' they free me from this chopper
Well, that railroad train is mine
You caai bet that I!ll go down there
Lay cm ambush on the line
I'll FOOL -EM - FIH1XJSM-FIXJIM
And I!ll fight em well
Cause rty namo is GUNSLINGER
Ijxt I'll FINISE-SM in HELL
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I WANNA GO HOME
Last night I went to sleep in Bagle Country
I dreamed about the cotton fields back home
I dreenod about my mother
Dear old papa: sister and brother
And I dreamed about, the girl
IJhoe's boon waiting for so long
I wanna go home (Twice)
Oh how I wanna go home
Some people think I!m big in Eagle Country
From the letters that I write they tiimk I!m fine
But in the dny I work so hard
And at rite I pull the guard
Oh how I wish that they could read between the lines
I wanna go home (Twice)
Oh how I wanna go home
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