We’ve been here for four long years, been a lot of smiles and a lot of tears.
I’ve known more men that died in here than friends I’ve had the last 40 years.
I’m a long, long way from home sending my love through a telephone.
Right now, my life is this gun, and I’ll use it to get back to my son.
We’re making our last stand on this lost and lonely ground,
believing in the end it counts for something.
I can’t wait to get to heaven, but I’m pretty sure I’ve already been to hell.
It’s the love-hate part of it: a captain goes down with his ship.
But I’ve made my choice, and this is it: this is the life that I must live.
I’ll leave it on my arm if you can tell.
To all my friends, I bid you well. Will we ever get it?
Lay down your life, and follow me in through the dark.
We’ll never know if we are too afraid to start.
Just keep your head down; it won’t be your final march.
This is the only chance we’ll have to leave our mark.