C-130 rolling down the strip 64 rangers on a one-way trip mission top secret destination unknown they don't know if there ever coming home when my plane gets so high paratroopers take to the skies stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door my knees got weak and I hit the floor jumpmaster picked me up with ease tossed my knees into the breeze count one-thousand two-thousand three-thousand four my main opened with a mighty roar but if my main don't open wide I got a reserve by my side but if that one should fail me to look out below I'm coming threw if I die on the old drop zone box me up and ship me home pin my wing upon my chest and then bury me in the leaning rest