Sometime ago in this blog I talked about “My Buddy,” a song that has always had special meaning for me. It’s a popular song with music written by Walter Donaldson and lyrics by Gus Kahn. It was published in 1922.
My recent posts about Post-Traumatic Stress Injury (PTSI) talked about how I grieve for the men killed next to me in combat. That made me remember the song and its heart-rending lyrics. Here they are:
Nights are long since you went away
I think about you all through the day
My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
Just long to know that you understand
My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
Just long to know that you understand
My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you
End of quote. It still brings tears to my eyes.
Tom Glenn, Writer 