A Paratroopers Lament
Gone is the glory and glamour
Of a lifetime of frolic and fun
Gone are the girls that I laughed with
And now I’m left holding this gun.
I looked at the Douglas Dakota
I thought of the jumps I had done
And I felt I had done my full quota
And I nervously clenched at my gun.
As we soared up aloft to 10,000
They said we were going for a ride
I bitterly thought of the morrow
And the drop on the other side
So the red light came on, we were ready
Stood up and hooked up as well
My knees felt a trifle unsteady
As I lunged through that door into hell.
Now all you young girls back in England
Remember the boys in the sky
Remember those brave Parachutists
The men who live only to die.
So come all you lads and you lassies
Give credit where credit is due
Remember the men dead in Europe
And remember they died there for you.
A few chutes failed to open that morning
As we sped down through Hell into space
I forgot all my parachute training
And landed a wide-right on my face!
So stand by your glasses ready
Here’s a toast to the men of the sky
Here’s to the dead already
And here’s to the next man to die.
Cute, don't you think?
Sung to the tune of "Red River Valley"