17 Days (singer: Greg Shields)
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Lyrics
He was a medic, he sewed their wounds
Each time he said it: “Son, you’ll be home soon”
He didn’t mean it, he knew the truth
He was a medic in 1942
He kept a journal, it kept him sane
Wrote down a prayer next to each boy’s name
‘Nother round of shell burst, a morning in May
He was a medic but he dug the graves
chorus 1:
Seventeen days, didn’t think he would make it
Seventeen days, didn’t think he could take it
What a trip to hell and back
But part of him remained
He couldn’t forget those seventeen days
He was sent home, some say he’s blessed
But it didn’t take long to know his head’s a mess
The nights brought terror, visions wouldn’t end
He was a medic in combat zone again
repeat chorus
It was a morning in May
They found his journal next to where he laid
He wrote: “I died in those 17 days”
chorus 2:
Seventeen days, he didn’t make it
Seventeen days, no, he couldn’t take it
What a trip to hell it was
And there he remained
He couldn’t forget those seventeen days
No, he couldn’t get past… those seventeen days
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