the ain diab ride of louis and claudine
Casablanca war winds had ended
It being nineteen and fifty-one
But two youths felt them only suspended
There was still a war to be won.
A wrecked GMC truck,
American army to its core
Was in an Ain Diab quarry stuck
And impossible to ignore
By two eleven year olds
Soul mates of circumstance.
Not to watch virtue unfold
But to enter a savior's trance.
Claudine and Louis were classmates
Which the truck quickly disappeared
And shoved into their heroic fates
Theirs now to engineer.
All around the wounded and wrecked
On the battlefield lay sprawled.
It was theirs to save every neck,
To bring them back one and all.
Their ambulance GMC truck
Spits gravel and diesel fumes
As they make time unravel
Just as they do its tombs.
Louis says to Claudine,
"Mount that ambulance truck,
You got killer bangs
an' I got dead certain luck".
An' it wasn't chance alone that dealt us
The ace of spades of pluck.
Time t' pull all those souls out from
The wounds where they are stuck".
Their ambulance GMC truck
Spits gravel and diesel fumes
As they make time unravel
Just as they do its tombs.
Claudine says to Louis,
"There's virtue in your eyes.
Grab that wheel it ain't time
For all those souls t' die.
Our ambulance dust storm
is on certainty's way.
Our side's turn has come in spades
For a good luck day.
Their ambulance GMC truck
Spits gravel and diesel fumes
As they make time unravel
Just as they do its tombs.
Destroying time and space
Driver Louis an' nurse Claudine,
In a destructive savior's embrace
Killing dead death's victory scream.
Sixty years have passed
Claudine and Louis look back
On their apart of fifty-nine years
Each in a separate shack
And think about the moment when
They had the whole world's back,
When that hour they spent together
Had made time itself crack
And both can see it sitting now
On a two way track.
Claudine's mind says t' Louis,
"It's time for us t' go".
Louis' mind says t' Claudine,
"I know now that you know.
It never really did matter
If we went fast or slow,
Our ride was always sitting
Outside of time's flow.
Our ambulance GMC truck
Spits gravel and diesel fumes
We make time unravel
Just as we do its tombs.