Deep in the field a lone soldier stands
With mud on his boot and blood on his hands
They left him behind to bury the dead
And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership
Pardon me, boys if I sleep off my pack
And sit for a while with you
I'd like to explain why you fine young men had to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole
Now our country, boys though it's quite far away
Found itself jeopardized, endangered, boys
By these very gooks who lie here beside you
Forever near, forever
We'd like to express our deep admiration