• It seems so long ago on that sad, fateful day
    When the small, metallic bombs fell like unholy rain

    We were stationed near some God forsaken hill
    At night you could smell the death coming in from the killing fields

    We had received orders to evacuate as soon as possible
    But without any help from the choppers, evacuation seemed illogical

    So we dug ourselves in and prepared to all die like men
    We all became killers and never thought what might have been

    What might have been if our politicians had only taken time to listen
    Instead of trying to force those people into their ideals and visions

    We did not think of our young wives or our newborn children
    We did not think of un held funerals because of bodies that were missin

    We only thought of the blood and the bullets and the gas
    We smoked our cigs and the fear made our faces like masks

    It was two in the afternoon when the first wave came
    It was three in the afternoon when that bullet went through my buddies brain

    It was load and reload throughout most of the day
    How many I killed, I guess only God could say

    It was around four in the afternoon when the first planes came
    And for the next thirty minutes the whole world just went away

    Simple words and syllables can never describe
    How it feels to hear hundreds of men die

    I looked out over my trench to see what was left
    And all I could view was the unforgettable imprint of death

    For the next three days we held our own
    We held that hill until they finally came to bring us home

    And even though I have been home now for so many long years
    When I think of that day I still cannot shed any tears

    Because the price I paid is so very small
    Compared to the price of the peoples names on that long black wall