I found this dusty piece of paper, on an ambush alley road.
So many men have died down there, its reputation's grown.
From mortar shells and car bombs, snipers, R.P.G's.
They sent a crew in there last night, and now they're sending me.
It's an evil wind that blew us here, and like some evil joke.
While stumbling through this sandstorm, I came upon this note.
I picked it up, tried t' brush it off, but had to look inside.
It said, "God bless everybody, especially those that died".
"I'm from Northern Michigan, ten thousand miles I've flown
If anyone should find this message, please see that it gets home."
"Give my love to everyone, especially Dad and Mom,
Tell my sisters and my brothers, please don't do what I have done.
Tell them not to study war, not even keep a gun.
Please tell 'em I died easy, and I love them everyone."
"We caught a round right through our side, an' I don't think I can last,
I'm missin' part of my right leg, and I'm bleedin' way too fast.
These people they don't want us here, an' I think I finally see,
You can't win a war, that ain't a war, an' they're fightin' to be free."
"I can feel death's icy grip, an' I'm chilled right to the bone,
If anyone should get this message, see that it gets..."
As I stared down at this ghastly note, tear stained from him and me.
I almost threw the bloody thing, but I knew that couldn't be.
'Cause a man got but one dying wish, and by God I'd see his through,
And I knew why I had found it, and what I had to do.
I found this bloodstained piece of paper, on an ambush alley lane.
So many good men died down here, it's really quite insane.
These people don't send letters home, they're fightin' tyranny,
So I sent this bloody message home... I think I finally see!