It was in my barracks that I learned the ol' saying
Persuading me to keep my clips from ever failing,
The gun may jam, a jester of the devil himself
To sway my gun from the enemy and turn it on myself

I a young private, along with my brothers in arms
To fight against the evils of the Viet Kong,
Rounds burst out far from my sight
But I knew those strong soldiers who fall,
will sleep well tonight...

We pushed them back far from our hill
Fired bullets and rounds to make our kills
Behind me stood the infantry men
Men of which I was one, still I couldn't comprehend
The bloodshed ran red, covered us with the killing sin

Still we fought, pushed them further than before
But on the back of my best friends helmet, I read
"All's Fair in Love and War"
We fought together, not a solider to him I was
It took one bullet to end his mighty cause

I patched his wound, I covered in his blood
As bombs and bullets rang out, I did the best I could
His helmet was like a well
The blood spewed from his bullet hole spout
Located to the left side of his head, I cried out
"ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR!"

I got up pouncing, bitter feeling swelled my brain
My assault rifle fired into the crowd
Of enemy's to which I showed disdain
I cut them down one by one
As my best friend lye in a pool of his own blood

Tears ran down my face
As the flame of a flamethrower heated my space
His body burned as in old English did at the stake
For his loss was not in vain said my Sargent
Looking at me with the sad look on his face

There on that hill I learned the ol saying that day
That every soldier on that battlefield held to their fates
And on our way home, back to the U.S of A
Quietly we wept with our ol saying
To call out to all those who fell, We let out a prayer
Then we all cried out,
"All's Fair in Love and War"