It’s 1992, ECOMOG is in charge

And the war supposed to be over

And old friends supposed to put the war behind them

And embrace each other as the same old friends

They used to be long long time before the war. 

With such generous positive feeling

I always longed to see my old friends

With whom I went to school

With whom I used to play cool

With whom I used to play in the sand

With whom I share the land  

Thinking that we could all laugh

And share fun with each other

About the good old days and how we could now transform

The current ugly reality into something beautiful

Like the rainbow colors in the sky.

 And so it was on Michelin St. in 1992

When the war was supposed to be over

And old friends were supposed to meet and greet

And make some sense of the current situation,

Comparing it to the good lad days.

With such wonderful positive feeling

I saw my old friend , Chris, with whom I went to school

Played in the sand of the land

With boundless joy and excitement I leapt to the 7^th sky

With zillion rounds of happiness and excitement

To embrace this old friend I have known

Long long time before the war.

My friend was cold and distant in receiving me

The smile and the benevolence feeling of the past

Was no loner present on his face.

He sized me up and down like I am a strange creature from the sky

His facial composure told me the war was not over

And that I could be the next victim if caught in the wrong place, wrong time

And then the Operation Octopus happened

With Octopus spreading its tentacles, I ran for my life

Always worrying as I moved from place to place

Dodging stray bullets to keep from dying

And I always wonder what would have happened to me

If I had met my old friend in the wrong place at the wrong time.