In a hole in the desert, outside Al Fallujah
I last saw a friend by my side
He called out to mama,
here in the darkness,
Held my hand softly, and died.
Alone with his body,
I cried for a while,
Then wiped the sand out of my tears,
I pray for my children,
and hope that I see them
And that this war ends so they never come here.
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Night heat, in the eighties,
We crossed the Euphrates
And made our advance towards Bagdad
Without any slumber,
We marched in large numbers,
Not knowing what the enemy had.
We heard they took Bahtra
On the outskirts of Bagdad
The news really gave us a thrill
But the cheer never lasted,
Because we got blasted
Two more of my comrades were killed.
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Another mission so far from our homes.
America's finest, together, alone.
Please keep sending letters
Don't ever forget us
We need to know you're still by our side.
May God Bless our American Pride.
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Mission Accomplished, the President said it
But, Brother, it doesn't seem fair.
Iraqi's aren't happy, their poor just aren't healthy,
There's tension so thick in the air.
I know there's a reason,
I'm here Christmas season,
I'm doing all that I can do.
Please give love and trust us,
Please never disown us
As Veterans of Foreign Wars fighting for you.
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© 2003 David I. Brager
Notice: If this is ever recorded and sold, all income from words as lyricist have been deeded to a 50/50 split between the Disabled American Vets and the Veterans of Foreign Wars