sometiems a soldier just needs a break, and some music

In the cabin behind, the men relaxed, used to the sky after 2600 miles. Sleep was the simplest trade with time, and some traded dreams soon to come true. Back by the tailroad, the ambulatories, drinking hot java and beating their gums, retelling the story of how they got hit, and wondering what it'd be like to be home. Dina, won't you blow your horns? Someone's in the D. Someone's in the kitchen. I know. Someone's in the D. [Music] [Applause] B5 IO. [Music]