The Tune Playing Is:"U S Forces"
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Why Are You Marching, Son?
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Why are you marching,
son?...I'd really like to know!
Is it because of Valley
Forge...or perhaps the Alamo?
Or "One if by land-two
if by sea,"
A trumpet's call...the
will to be free?
And what of a man who
stood straight and tall,
Who wept silent tears
when he saw brave men fall?
No matter-no difference-the
blue or the gray,
All were his brothers...how
often he'd pray.
And what of Antietam...that
now peaceful stream
Where the water blood-red,
glittered and gleamed?
Appomattox...Chickamauga...Vicksburg...Bull
Run,
Cumberland...Gettysburg...and
then Washington.
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Why Are You Marching,
Son?
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In Flanders Field...how
proud were they,
Whose forms beneath the
poppies lay.
Men who saw Verdun...
And died at the Marne...Soisson...
And those who tried the
fearful foe a Chateau-Thierry,
Who fought and bled...whose
hearts grew weary,
But in whose minds one
thought kept churning...
That the torch of liberty
keep burning.
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Why Are You Marching,
Son?
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The planes swarmed in...
and the rising sun
Glowed fiercely on the
evil done
To men whose blood runs
through our veins.
Men who died, and whose
remains
Lie forever locked in
waters deep.
Now is it right that
they should sleep
While the warm sea laps
at a twisted hull
And see the torch of
liberty grow dull?
Anzio...Casino...Po!
St. Mere Eglise...Le
Mans...St. Lo!
Gardelagen...Buchenwald...
On and On the roll is
called!
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And Why...Why Are You
Marching, Son?
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Bugles shrilled in frozen
night
And at first dawn, the
awful sight
Of seas of men...row
after row.
Left to die on blood
stained snow!
Pusan...Pyongyang...Suwan...Kyongju!
And Blood-red ran the
swift Yalu!
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In South Vietnam the
big guns roared,
And once again we fought
a war
To honor a pledge our
nation gave
To help that little country
save
Her people from the certainty,
That she'd be ruled by
tyranny.
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No matter where the big
guns roar,
Our fighting men, like
those before,
Take the torch we all
held dear,
And face freedom's enemies
without fear.
Our fathers died from
sea to sea,
And blessed the torch
of liberty.
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Why?...Why are you marching,
Son?
These words were written
by: John Mitchum
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