I was thinking about how poetic, symbolic and almost Shakespearean, it is the fact that Tommy died wearing his Claykicker outfit.
And in my mind, full of pain and sorrow, that can only mean one thing, Tommy never really left France, not mentally or psychologically, he never left the tunnels, he was always still there.
He died wearing the very outfit that caused the trauma which stayed with him until his last day......
“Give my car to Johnny Dogs,
My wine to The Garrison pub,
My horses to someone who's no work for them,
My bullets to someone who's no names to write on them,
And my guns to someone who has no use for them.
Once, I nearly got fucking everything, but nearly doesn't count.
But throughout it all, I had me family.
We are reunited now, in whichever place will have us.
Burn my body, let the ash blow.”