With B-29s in their skies
I think of the Vietnamese
With B-52s in their skies
I think of the Cambodians
With the Khmer Rouge in their villages
I think of the Rwandans
With their Neighbors on their door-steps
With our Soldiers in their houses
I think of all who go before me
All those who bite the bullet
And go out into the world
With a smile on their face
Though they are dying...
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