Lift my soul, I flew through time
Feeling helpless, I drank my wine
I watched for danger in this land
Men called help, I gave my hand
Death called so many times
Keep my thoughts, drank my wine
I kept in line, I turned about
All hell broke lose, I turned and shout
What can I give, I ask my Lord
Still trembling, my heart still scared
I see red rivers, near you know
Men need help, we must go
Locked and loaded, our guns are ready
My mind thinking back, My hand so steady
Sighting these targets, we tried our best
Training and Valor, stood the test
I felt the wave, bombs burst in air
Machine gun fire, what’s over there?
Crews yell “Clear!”, left and right
Lifting our troubles, out of sight
The memories I keep are special to me
Like climbing the limbs of an old oak tree
No matter how the wind may blow
This tree stays with me wherever I go
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