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Ia Drang… LZ X-Ray… 7th Cav… Broken Arrow… hold the line
Sixty five, choppers droppin’ us in hell’s front yard
Fourhandred souls against 4000, odds stacked hard
Hal Moore boots hit dirt first — “follow me, men
No backup comin’, just prayers and M-16s
Grass high as regret, NVA waitin’ in the green
First burst — brothers drop, blood paints the scene
Fix bayonets!” — scream rips the morning haze
We charge through the fire in a red-tinted blaze
No retreat, no surrender, valley locked in flame
Every click of the trigger got a dead man’s name
WE WERE SOLDIERS! — hold the line, never fold!
BROKEN ARROW! — call it down, bring the thunder, bold
No man left behind — dead or breathin’, we ride
Ia Drang bleedin’ — but the 7th Cav won’t die
WE WERE SOLDIERS! (what
BROKEN ARROW! (yeah
Valley screamin’ our names in the smoke and the cries
We hold till the choppers paint the black with red skies
Medevac birds spinnin’, rotors chop the air
Wives back home get yellow cabs — worst nightmare
Galloway snappin’ pics while lead rain falls
Moore on the radio: “We ain’t breakin’ these walls
Bring it all!” — napalm, arty, danger close
Friendly fire scars but we needed that dose
NVA wave after wave, human flood
We stack ’em high — brotherhood sealed in blood
Ammo low, water gone, night closin’ in tight
But the Colonel still standin’ — first in, last light
WE WERE SOLDIERS! — hold the line, never break
BROKEN ARROW! — skies open, give & take
No man left behind — carry ’em through the fire
Ia Drang remembers — we took it higher
WE WERE SOLDIERS! (soldiers
BROKEN ARROW! (arrow
Grass red forever, but the heart still beats
For the ones who stayed — in the dirt, in the sheets
I swore to God… first boots down, last boots out
No tags on my boys — hear me, no doubt
They can count the kills, print the lies in the press
But we know the truth — in the silence, we confess
BRING IT BACK! — BROKEN ARROW
WE WERE SOLDIERS! — till the very end
BROKEN ARROW! — callin’ angels, descend
No man left — we drag ’em home in our soul
Ia Drang carved forever — that’s the toll
WE WERE SOLDIERS
Valley quiet now… but the ghosts still load
