It was hard to tell what remained
When the mud mixed with the remains,
The Flag waived on
Many good men I saw killed
They were always happy and thrilled,
Their Flag waived on
Shit caked boots and my bucket for a pillow
The flames screamed and bellowed,
Our Flag waived on
Holes punched through my buddy’s back
Even though we led a “triumphant” attack
His Flag waived on
Hell was something man made
‘Twas “For our children” they bade
Her Flag waived on
Back home now, countless years on
In my ears play those filthy songs,
My Flag waived on
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