When A Soldier Makes It Home

Arlo Guthrie

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From: Arlo Guthrie Capoed up on the 2nd fret. I left out the suspensions etc... It’s more or less like this: Halfway around the world tonight In a strange and foreign land A soldier packs his memories As he leaves Afghanistan And back home they don’t know too much There’s just no way to tell I guess you had to be there For to know that war was hell Chorus: And there won’t be any victory parades For those that’s coming back They’ll fly them in at midnight And unload the body sacks And the living will be walking down A long and lonely road Because nobody seems to care these days When a soldier makes it home They’ll say it wasn’t easy Just another job well done As the government in Kabul falls To the sounds of rebel guns And the faces of the comrades Being blown out of the sky Leaves you bitter with the feeling That they didn’t have to die And there won’t be any victory parades For those that’s coming back They’ll fly them in at midnight And unload the body sacks And the living will be walking down A long and lonely road Because nobody seems to care these days When a soldier makes it home Halfway around the world tonight In a strange and foreign land A soldier unpacks memories That he saved from Vietnam Back home they didn’t know too much There was just no way to tell I guess you had to be there For to know that war was hell And there wasn’t any big parades For those that made it back They flew them in at midnight And unloaded all the sacks And the living were left walking down A long and lonely road Because nobody seemed to care back then When a soldier made it home The night is coming quickly And the stars are on their way As I stare into the evening Looking for the words to say That I saw the lonely soldier Just a boy that’s far from home And I saw that I was just like him While upon this earth I roam And there may not be any big parades If I ever make it back As I come home under cover Through a world that can’t keep track Of the heroes who have fallen Let alone the ones who won’t Which is why nobody seems to care When a soldier makes it home

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Cette chanson évoque le retour difficile des soldats chez eux après avoir vécu l'horreur de la guerre. Elle parle de la douleur et du traumatisme qui les accompagnent, illustrant comment ils retrouvent leur pays dans l'indifférence générale. Au lieu des célébrations et des parades héroïques, ces militaires rentrent souvent dans la nuit, portant en eux des souvenirs lourds et des comrads disparus. Le texte reflète un profond sentiment de perte et de désillusion face à la guerre, tout en soulignant l’absence de reconnaissance de la part de ceux qui restent en sécurité chez eux. Le contexte autour de cette chanson est celui des conflits armés modernes, comme ceux d'Afghanistan ou du Vietnam, où les conséquences des combats sont souvent ignorées par la société. Les soldats, en rentrant, se retrouvent face à un vide, tant émotionnel que social, laissant derrière eux non seulement des amis perdus, mais aussi un morceau d'eux-mêmes.

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