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One summer day the postman came
We heard his knock upon the door
He gave us draft cards with our name
Which called us to that foreign war
We flew the flag, we sang the song
While fortune turned another page
They told us that we must be strong
Bur we were still so young of age
We huddled closely thro’ the night
The darkness was our dearest friend
We waited for the morning light
When many lives were sure to end
We flew the flag, we sang the song
But sometimes we just sat and cried
We learned to speak the native tongue
We left our brothers where they died
We gathered ranks to face the foe
We watched the sun begin to rise
We fought against them toe to toe
We saw the madness in their eyes
We flew the flag, we sang the song
With comrades falling all around
They would remain forever young
In death’s embrace upon the ground
The lucky ones who made it home
Had many secrets to be kept
And still the jungles we would roam
In astral nightmares as we slept
We’d flown the flag, we’d sung the song
We’d pitched our tents of olive green
In places we did not belong
In places we should not have been
A marching band, a rousing cheer
Our discharge papers duly signed
We closed our eyes and shed a tear
For those that we had left behind
They flew the flag, they sang the song
They gave us medals and a sash
We would not wear them very long
Before we threw them in the trash
