Wuz ah time long ago… Wouldah been right about now in ’75…. At a place far away… Not really that far away just don’t look the same no more…… Where Bambi got in a fight with ah car ‘n lost….. Just so happened Bambi wound up within the hour in the hands of…. It wuz hot, bad hot, so the folks in trainin’ wuz on a three ta eleven in the mornin’ schedule…. The ole janitor showed up with ‘em….
Bambi wound up hangin’ from a tree by kennel chains….. Scene lit up by high-beams from Ramchargers with sumbody’s police scribbled on ‘em…. The ole janitor wuz doin’ the butcherin’…. Young’uns took ta the shovels diggin’ holes ta burry guts, skin ‘n such….
Had this boy whut, ‘cordin’ ta him, wuz battle-hardened whilst ‘e wuz in the service…. Showed up late, as usual…. Wondered whut wuz goin’ on in the woods so ‘e walked on out…. Then ‘e puked…. He washed outtah trainin’ too…
CO back then in this fictional place said ‘e didn’t wanna know nutin’ ‘bout it….. Just wanted the tenderloin wuz all….. ‘E wuz a good ‘un…..
The janitor… A WWII Navy vet, Master Chief, retired ‘n jist there for sumthin’ ta do. A fine human bein’….. He’s gone on ta his reward. Love ya, Mr. Clark. N’er fergit ya.
Just ‘nother example of yer tax dollars at werk……..