"On My Way Home" Videos
I was getting out, without a doubt
This was my last patrol, wished I could shout
But then the reds were there
We were taking our share
Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair
I was fighting wild, shooting blind
Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go
Someone yelled, "keep your head down low"
I heard men crying, knew they were dying
And for the first time, I realized
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