A world away and out of sight, striving for what we believe is right
Mortars firing in the night, no one seeing our perilous plight
Surrounded by good men and true, fighting for red, white, and blue
Conditions harsh to bad to view, no reporters here or TV crew
The desert sands and hidden foe, creeping in to strike a blow
Repulsed by all in tracer glow, tough fighting men, ready to go
Loved ones at home outside the loop, ration packs and powdered soup
Gathered men within the troop, together strong, no spirits droop
Time has come to rest a spell, to head off home, and leave this hell