Six clicks is a mighty short walk, when you march behind a band. Six clicks can seem like a hundred miles, when you're walking in Charlie's land. With a pack upon your back, a rifle in your hand, every step you take, death is holding your hand. Walking in Charlie's land, up before the crack of dawn. Out in the brush, every clump of trees can hide an ambush. And you must not relax, don't lay your rifle down. Remember, but you're trespassing on Charlie's ground. This is Charlie's ground. And there's mud, mosquitoes and snakes, mines and punji steaks. Some of our boys found out too late, just who owns this real estate. This is Charlie's land. Six clicks is a mighty short walk, when you march behind a band. Six clicks can seem like a hundred miles, when you're walking in Charlie's land. When you're walking in Charlie's land. Walking in Charlie's land. *