Tryin' To Figure This One Out

I had a dream last night, strange one too. I was in my old Unit, over in
Germany. Was sitting in something like a movie theater. One of my
friends, I think he was a friend was sitting besides me. We were both
wearing the old OD green uniforms. He was a Sargent First Class, E7,
can't tell what rank I was. He was smoking a cigar and was telling me I
was an old soldier like him. Told him that I was reassigned to the
Unit.

Next thing I'm walking back to the Post. Everything had changed from
when I was last over there in 1977, more people in the town and it
looked like New York City in a way. I had to climb through a junk yard,
over barb wire fence and stuff, did it twice. The second time some
kinds, black kids, were dancing, practicing their moves. One of them
pick pocketed me, and I went to retrieve what he took. He pulled out a
razor blade, and I checked my pockets, but nothing was taken. And then I
woke up, woke up at 2am and couldn't get back to sleep. Strange.
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