Did you see me at Ireland Army Hospital,

Having wheelchair races?

I saw you.

Did you see my deep and burned head wounds,

Laying next to the dying?

I saw you.

Did you see me on the T.W.A. flight,

Flying home tired, scared, depressed and alone? 

I saw you.

Did you see my parents in the crowd,

Proud and happy to to have their boy home?

I saw you.

Did you watch as the mailman came,

With orders to report?

I saw you.

Did you see me with a map,

Where the hell is Fort Riley?

I saw you.

Did you see me pack to leave,

As I turned walking up the ramp?

I saw you.