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Goodbye, Dr Bob

Bob's funeral was Friday, in Florida. Back in Leavenworth, Dr. Bob's former haunt, the Old Gang got together to say goodbye in our own idiom.

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Glasses filled with brown liquor were hoist, and many were the tales told of that truly great man. Some funny, some sad, some simply amazing. Mostly funny.

A grizzled fellow veteran of Vietnam was heard to warble snatches of a song sung in the 'Nam after a soldier died...

Ol' Blue

Traditional
I had an old dog and his name was Blue,
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too.
Every night just about good dark,
Blue goes out and begins to bark
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.

Blue chased a possum up a 'simmon tree,
Barked at the possum and grinned at me.
Chased that possum way out on a limb,
Blue sat down and he talked to him
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.

Blue got sick, he got mighty sick,
Called for the doctor to come right quick.
The doctor come and he come in a run,
But he said old Blue your huntin's done.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.

Old Blue died and he died so hard,
He shook the ground in my back yard.
I dug his grave with a silver spade,
And lowered him down with a length of chain.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.

There's just one thing that troubles my mind,
Blue went to heaven and left me behind.
When I get to heaven, first thing I'll do,
Is get my horn and call for Blue.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.
Here old Blue, you're a good dog you.

And, of course, there were a few damp eyes when,  as is our wont, we danced to that final tune of the American Warrior.

Here Old Blue, you're a good dog, you.  

Fare thee well, thou good and faithful servant.

7 Comments

 I need to get a Vietnam-era helmet cover, if I do this again for a 'Nam vet.
 
 My condolences on the loss of a friend.
 
The song was traditional amongst a very select group of Special Forces soldiers, the men of MACVSOG. It may have been sung by others as well, but all Special Forces soldiers would have recognized it and known the meaning. Certainly Dr. Bob knew.
 
What sort of camo pattern would the VN era cover have?
 
 Sorry for your loss, for a combat vet dying at home near family and friends is pretty much as good as it gets.
 
 J(NTA) a Vietnam-era cover looks like this one.
 
 Ya uses whatya gots. I'm sure Dr. Bob would understand and appreciate the gesture. I'm also sure he'll give you hell at Fiddler's Green just to watch you squirm.