A few nights ago, I heard on the radio an interview with country singer Trace Adkins about one of his new songs. They played a portion of it during the interview, and I thought it was beautiful. The lyrics:
I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's door
Three hundred miles our trail had lead
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton Hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grape shot in my heart
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet Mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home til the last shot's fired
In June of 1944
I waded in the blood at Omaha's shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart pounding in my chest
I almost made the first sea wall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke I can taste the mud
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet Mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home til the last shot's fired
I'm in the fields of Vietnam
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying
I did not die in vain
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet Mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home til the last shot's fired
Just when you think the song is over, the last chorus is repeated, sung by the West Point Cadet Glee Club. It is hauntingly beautiful. I don't usually post just to share song lyrics, but I think this song is amazing, and I know others with loved ones in the military will probably appreciate it as much as I do. I'm not sure if you can find the song online or not, but it is on his "Ten" cd.
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