Deep in the jungle
from high above
Comes the roar of thunder
From the enemies gun.
I hunker down
And cover my head
Praying to God
For the men I've led.
I sit in my foxhole
Late at night
Holding a young soldier
Oh so tight.
I lie and when I tell him
It will be okay
As I see the chopper
In the light of day.
The chopper came
A little to late
For this young soldier
Is at heaven's gate.
I lay him in the chopper
And away they fly
As I sit here crying
And saying goodbye.
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