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C-130 rolling down the strip

Airborne Ranger on a one way trip

Mission uncertain, destination unknown

We don’t know if we’re ever coming home

Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door

Jump right out and count to four

If my main don’t open wide

I got another one by my side

If that one should fail me too

Look out ground I’m coming through

If I die in the combat zone

Box me up and ship me home

Pin my wings upon my chest

Bury me in the leaning rest