The Sandpit's Green Hell

(Verse 1)

In Camp Lejeune, the sun is blazing, dust is swirling,

We push through the mud, sweat soaks into our skin.

The Sergeant yells, his words are sharp and hurling,

"You're nothing, you zeros, until you learn to walk within!"

Green uniforms, faces dirty and so young,

Three months of pain, bones crack with every stride.

Forget your homes, your mothers, the sweet songs they've sung,

Now you're brothers in blood, with nowhere left to hide.

(Pre-Chorus)

Hardship is our bread, fear our closest friend,

Yelling breaks the will, but our spirits grow strong.

Every blow hurts, it teaches us to breathe in the end,

'Cause over there, they don't play games, they don't play along.

(Chorus)

To Vietnam, boys, do you hear that thunderous call?

Across the ocean, a different time awaits us all.

The sandpit's green hell, here our battle began,

To stand our ground, with a brother's hand, man to man.

(Oh, oh, oh, to Vietnam we go!)

(Verse 2)

Every day with an M16, disassemble and assemble,

Creeping through the jungle, hiding in the green.

We learn to destroy, to fall, to tremble,

To survive in a land where the sun burns with a vicious sheen.

The obstacle course, a torture without end,

With mud in our eyes, with blood on our knees.

Laughter is rare, anger is our friend,

Beneath the stars and stripes, we fight for our beliefs.

(Pre-Chorus)

Hardship is our bread, fear our closest friend,

Yelling breaks the will, but our spirits grow strong.

Every blow hurts, it teaches us to breathe in the end,

'Cause over there, they don't play games, they don't play along.

(Chorus)

To Vietnam, boys, do you hear that thunderous call?

Across the ocean, a different time awaits us all.

The sandpit's green hell, here our battle began,

To stand our ground, with a brother's hand, man to man.

(Oh, oh, oh, to Vietnam we go!)

(Bridge)

Sometimes at night, when the shouting fades away,

There's a moment of silence, and we think of what we've lost.

Of home, of mom, of a sweet childhood day,

But in the morning, we get up and pay the cost.

Because we know, where the bullets fly,

It will all depend on what we've learned, you and I.

(Chorus)

To Vietnam, boys, do you hear that thunderous call?

Across the ocean, a different time awaits us all.

The sandpit's green hell, here our battle began,

To stand our ground, with a brother's hand, man to man.

(Oh, oh, oh, to Vietnam we go!)

(Outro)

The sandpit's... green hell...

Vietnam...