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The hour is gone.
Ones eyes close tight and families fade
when going to war which other men made,
though anxious and frightened.. we dont let it show
for the day is approaching when the airborne must go,
each day now rolls past.. we wait just the same
but D-day is near and for this we all came,
the hour grows near.. each man feels it inside
and soon we'll be falling with no where to hide,
our eyes are now down and the chatter the same
each weapon now loaded.. no longer a game,
eagles gather 'round.. and bow your heads low
europe awaits and the hour is gone,
planes rumble past as we wait our turn
to fly over waters we have yet to earn,
checked buckles and stripes.. left nothing to chance
the lieutenant standing tall, calls "welcome to france!",
flack turns to fire in the blackest of night
to low, to fast, c-cant jump from this height,
there's no turning back, the risk has been taken
freefall to hell.. paratroopers forsaken,
eagles hold tight shouting prayers to survive
we'll hit the ground soon either dead or alive,
as feet touch the ground each soldier moves on
confusion and fear are beaten and gone,
the enemy is close and sad they all know
the airborne is here, its time they must go
the hour is now.. hitler's had his last chance
on st.michaels wings.. we're taking back france.
-Pvt. Jeoffrey Ferguson, 19 may 1944
Ones eyes close tight and families fade
when going to war which other men made,
though anxious and frightened.. we dont let it show
for the day is approaching when the airborne must go,
each day now rolls past.. we wait just the same
but D-day is near and for this we all came,
the hour grows near.. each man feels it inside
and soon we'll be falling with no where to hide,
our eyes are now down and the chatter the same
each weapon now loaded.. no longer a game,
eagles gather 'round.. and bow your heads low
europe awaits and the hour is gone,
planes rumble past as we wait our turn
to fly over waters we have yet to earn,
checked buckles and stripes.. left nothing to chance
the lieutenant standing tall, calls "welcome to france!",
flack turns to fire in the blackest of night
to low, to fast, c-cant jump from this height,
there's no turning back, the risk has been taken
freefall to hell.. paratroopers forsaken,
eagles hold tight shouting prayers to survive
we'll hit the ground soon either dead or alive,
as feet touch the ground each soldier moves on
confusion and fear are beaten and gone,
the enemy is close and sad they all know
the airborne is here, its time they must go
the hour is now.. hitler's had his last chance
on st.michaels wings.. we're taking back france.
-Pvt. Jeoffrey Ferguson, 19 may 1944
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