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Correct Storm The Beaches: Prologue/Eisenhower's Letter/Able Company/Baker Comp Lyrics
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Correct Storm The Beaches: Prologue/Eisenhower's Letter/Able Company/Baker Comp
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It's June 6, 1944 I turned 19 two days before Pride and bravery I can't ignore Representing my country in this World War The Great Crusade Eisenhower decrees To bring an end to the Nazi war machine Eliminate the German demon seed Insuring that the Lord's free world stays free True honour and glory I'll receive When I protect the USA My Mother will be so proud of me I'm the hero of the day Kill 'em all let God's will decide The demise of Hitler's reign I'll take my shot and death will arrive When I splatter their rotted brains The freedom of all good citizens Lives forever on through me I'll defend every one of them From sea to shining sea The sea once shined with the light of the sun Now it flows bright red with the blood of the sons They were the chosen ones Now their tour is done First platoon to tread on Omaha's sands Stricken down by the shells before they land Attack poorly planned Completely out manned First to go Last to know First to go Last to know No shingles no shields No shell holes to hide No cover no walls No chance to survive Noble is my mission The good Lord at my side No cover no walls No-one stays alive Jump off the AM ramps the surf is waist high Blitzed by the mortars that fall from the sky Waterlogged packs that make them sink like a rock Troops being slaughtered can't fire a shot First to go Last to know First to go Last to know No shingles no shields No shell holes to hide No cover no walls No chance to survive Noble is my mission The good Lord at my side No cover no walls No-one stays alive Ripped from crown to pelvis Soldiers devour the lead Hidden Nazi snipers Choreograph the dance of the dead In less than half an hour The mission has been ceased Only six survivors Wading in the sea The sea it swallows my vomit As I puke up over the side Spews out like a comet Terror replacing my pride Crying out for my mommy Bravado disappears Forgetting all of my orders What am I doing here? Clouding smoke and dust Screams build to a roar Portrait of pure hell Painted on the shore Bobbing bodies drift Crimson running tide Real apocalypse Will I be the next to die? Be the next to die First to go Last to know First to go Last to know No shingles no shields No shell holes to hide No cover no walls No chance to survive Noble is my mission The good Lord at my side No cover no walls No-one stays alive I scramble off the Higgins boat and trip into the crest Each man who tries to follow me brought down by Hitler's best It takes me an eternity to reach the beach unhit Explosions all around my head I'm sure my skull has split I'm sure my skull has split I snag a piece of driftwood And navigate my path Through washed-up bloated bodies In a death face mask Heart racing like a perishing tank I rise up from the wave And dash across the battleground To reach the barricade Weak From the seasickness and shell-shock Crawl To the levee of the seawall Climb To the concrete pillbox heave a desperate last grenade Hide Potato masher assaults me Pain Bullets puncture my body Fear I'm drenched in my own blood Close my eyes and drift away Close my eyes and drift away Close my eyes and drift away The tide rolls in to wash my sins away I gasp out my last breath My soul escapes through ragged wounds The D today means death
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