Through all the sand, wind, rain, and stone,
they keep on pushin' till the job is done.
Never a man you'll hear complain,
for after a while they feel no pain.
Wherever they go, they need no trucks;
they have their feet and husky rucks.
This war drags on; will it never end?
How much more pain will the good Lord send?
Through all the sand, wind, rain, and stone,
sometime soon, they will be coming home.
AIRBORNE!
Bound by Valor