.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.
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