On July, 4. 1992, I began a tradition I try to keep to this day: I went into the studio to cut a track. It's actually a great time to get work done, with everyone picnicking and watching stuff blow up.
That day, I penned and cut the song, "I Walk on Fire."
A few days later, my friend R, a door gunner during the latter days of the "American" phase of the Vietnam War, was in the studio and I played it for him. He listened through in silence, then asked me to start it over.
On the second pass, he began describing, shot-by-shot, the following video. It's not exactly the same, of course. I doubt either of us could remember all that he said. But it's pretty much what he saw in the song.
A couple of years down the road, in a different studio, Kaye Dorian cut a new vocal part, a vast improvement on my own croakings. Kaye is an immensely talented singer, concentrating primarily on jazz, but she lent her wonderful, clear voice to this effort and put it in a whole different league.
You can hear more of her work here.
That's about it on the origins of the song and the video. As for the content, I don't have much to say.
I'd like to think it speaks for itself.
The direct link is here.