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All Thats Left

It came down to the three of us all thats left of our patrol We started with so many Lord, it hurt to see'em fall
Our canteens are almost empty and there's a hunger in our soul
But, we've almost come to rest at last with our buddies...at the Wall

There's a sentry sippin' coffee to keep away the chill
Sittin' in his chair of wheels cold, stainless steel
"Welcome Home," he whispers quietly and the password's "understood"
He reaches out and shakes our hands and Man, it sure feels good

Then we gather 'round together and we talk about it all
Where we've been and what we've seen and all the miles we've walked

Check in with the Sgt. Major
"Can we finally stand down now?" he says, "Yes, but keep Vigil there's one patrol still out"

"And we don't want nobody blown away by Friendly Fire
We've come to far to lose it in the Final Hour
Be careful what you shoot at don't bring your brother down
Keep the fires burnin' there's one patrol still out"

The three of Us been through so much together we stand tall

Feelin' proud...but still feelin' humbled by it all

Here we'll stand accounted for in one more roll call

Here we are...The Three of Us with our buddies at the Wall...

Michael Martin, Tim Holiday, and Willie Dixon - Veterans Day, 1983

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