I am 1-A now, I'm not 2-S now, I've got to go now, I've got to goUncle Sam called me, he told me to go, send me to combat, why, we all knowI see the world leaving me so far behind, I see my past life and my maker, I'll findHearing the batting of the drum around me, oh how I wish I was home, home with my babyOh the good loving she would give to me all the time, I had to leave her far behindHead in my helmet, prayer on my lips, pain in my back, from where the shell hitI see the world leaving me so far behind, I see my past life and my maker, I'll findAll I can see here, all I can hear, all kinds of terror, oh God can hearI see the heavens open up before my eyes, why can't the good one hear the criesOf war, destruction and death