It was a tireless night for the endless fight.
Beaten and Bruised
Men and I in uniform who used to wear
Hawaiian shirts and stripped pin ups  

There's no protection left for the poor section.
The bombs keep comin'
Oh, I failed to mention that
we're infantry men with helmets as

life's before our eyes not sure if we should deny
Or just merely die as a final prayer.
It was a lot like Jesus, that
was the incentive under assumption  

The purpose of the fight was left with us men of night
those above can only wonder
They say we're brave soldiers but they get a medal
The only gravestones missing are theirs.