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ed up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed'.
And he ain't gonna jump no more
...
He hit the ground，the sound was 'Splat', 'his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, 'A helluva way to die.'
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the' chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper's suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more...”
教堂外面，所有的战士都默默听着，无论是绿色迷彩服还是蓝色迷彩服，无论是陆军特种兵还是海军陆战队。仿佛此刻一切都凝固了，又仿佛他们想起来自己最初的军旅岁月。一种情绪在内心深处流动，仿佛这些骁勇善战的战士在某种程度上心里的东西是相通的，是可以超
