(Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men!)
And I can't wait to be back home on the plane
To see my poor daughter, to see my poor baby's face
I've got the flashman in my sight
I wonder if he's got a daughter and if he's got a wife
And Christmas eve came as a surprise;
I counted my blessings and prayed to God for my life
I lost my best friend to Bastogne today
I wonder who'll tell his family and who'll tell his wife