Handle them? Well, I shake hands with them ... means a lot to them, Bobby from my song Bivouac of the Forgotten said so to me the other day,, better than the way the cops often handle them, rubber gloves as they give them the bums rush... well, here is another way I see them... many many of them...

The Bivouac of the Forgotten (words Lorcan Otway all rights resved. tune trad. Andrew Larmie)


Oh, Gunny is there a tent for me,
in the bivouac of the forgotten?
For I've just returned from the desert sands,
Fighting for Halliburton

No, You can share this grate with me,
and a bottle too cheap to mention
For the cost of the war that we fought
Was deducted from our pension

Oh, Gunny, all those things we've done,
will haunt my darkest dreams
And now I've lost all I had to loose
Is this what M.I.A. means?

There's Bobby here, who in Viet Nam
Had a silver star pinned on him
And Sparrow fought in Panama
And the first Gulf War brought us Big Jim

Where are the folks, who called for war
When we are cold and broken
They're urging young folks to go and die
Or return and be forgotten.