Back to That Place

By Albert Hernandez



There’s dark skies all around me and the world looks just the same.  It’s hard to be me when you all know my name.  sometimes I wonder, sometimes I just wanna be free.  You can be my friend, or I can be your foe.  In the theatre of my mind, I’m going back to that place.



No one listens to me, the words I have to say.  There ain’t no doubt about it, I’m just trying to get away; no one believes me.  I’m going back to that place where no one can find me, that place where I could have died, but didn’t.  I’m going back to that place. (Repeat)



When I was just a little boy my mother told me to believe in God if you’re going to make it in this world.  She was right.  What she didn’t tell me was the pain and heartache I would suffer.  I’m going back to that place where no one knows my name, where no one judges or rejects me, where I was more alive than dead.  I’m going back to that place. (Repeat)



There’s dark skies all around me and the world looks just the same.  It’s hard to be me when you all know my name.  sometimes I wonder, sometimes I just wanna be free.  You can be my friend, or I can be your foe.  I’m going back to that place. (Repeat)

(Guitar solo)



Who am I kidding?  The manure has hit the fan.  Look around.  Did you see the last shooting?  The last riot?  And those undesirables entering our country, they want what you and I have.  But the ones with the taqiyah, the want your soul.  So, who’s worse we kill babies before they’re born; men become women, women become men.  The whole thing is sick!  I’m going back to that place. (repeat)



No one listens to me, the words I have to say.  There ain’t no doubt about it, I’m just trying to get away, no one believes me.  I’m going back to that place where the devil can’t find me, that place where I could have died, but didn’t.  I’m going back to that place. (Repeat)



They tell us we’re crazy, insane, sick.  Really?  We’re no more sick than those fools running this country and the idiots all around me.  They send us to wars we can’t win and wonder why we’re f***ed up.  So, who’s crazy?  Who’s insane?  Who’s sick?  Bastards!  In that Godforsaken country I was a savior.  A SAVIOR!  The sick, the wounded, the dead, that was my war, my ministry.  In the theatre of my mind, I’m going BACK TO THAT PLACE! (Guitar finale)



Yes, that is my song, my poem, my message to a dying world.  I am Dr. Albert A. Hernandez  Vietnam War veteran and Author.  I served as a U.S. Navy Hospital Corpsman (combat medic), with the Marines, Fleet Marine Force (MF).  It is a pride and legacy I carry in my heart every day.  For I served when serving my country was a disgrace, a shame, and a thankless duty.  But I went.  And so today I reap the benefits of my service.  I wear my medals with pride.  I served with the best.  Navy, Marine, Army, Air Force, Coast Guard, those are my true brothers.  I cry for the ones that didn’t make it back, I pray for the ones still here, suffering the wounds of war.  I see them every day.  Our VAs are full of them.  I wrote a book, “The Audacity of Truth”, you should read it.  our days are numbered, my days are numbered.  We must speak what’s in our hearts, our minds, our lips.  It’s our salvation.



By the way, that place is …..VIETNAM!