Alive in No-Manís-Land

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Yes, this is a desecration of "Winter Wonderland". For the guys around the Chosin Reservoir the winter wonderland involved wondering whether they would ever get home in one functioning piece.

 

Around us all there was shelling.

Dying men, they were yelling.

The mortar shellís crump

makes me feel like a chump

trying to stay alive in no-manís-land.

 

Lying here in a shell hole,

in this damned Korean hell-hole,

I donít have a chance,

so I wet my pants,

trying to stay alive in no-manís-land.

 

In the paddy I can see a dead man

and he looks a lot like Sergeant Brown.

I look again and then

Iím thinking, "No, man,

itís just some Chink

my buddies blasted down."

 

As I crawl through barbed wire,

in my mind I aspire,

to face unafraid

a Chinese grenade

while trying to stay alive in no-manís-land.

 

In the dark the flares, they seem to hover

and I hear a most disturbing sound.

Suddenly Iím ducking under cover

to avoid another high-explosive round.

 

This is war; ainít it thrilling

when we do all this killing.

I donít want to stay;

just get me away.

Iím trying to stay alive in no-manís-land.

(What am I doing?)

Iím trying to stay alive in no-manís-land.

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