It's 1942 and I'm all alone,

and may never see my family again.

My country needs me, it's what I must do.

I know all of the sacrifices, I know all of the possibilities,

still, nothing will change my mind.

My boots have been everywhere,

though they've still got some miles left.

I will walk for the rest of my life if I had to.

It's my job...and my life.

We're a band of brothers and we'll never part.

If you say jump, i'll jump.

If you get in trouble, i'll be the one to save you.

My life is on the line every second of every day.

This terror will not cease, yet I must not let it show.

Maybe this wasn't the right choice,

but I need to live with it now.

A quick twinge in my chest,

and the whole world comes back to me now.

I look down and see blood, but I ignore it.

A tank goes by and they give me the thumbs up.

Gun in hand I run to the barbed wire, weak from the pain.

...it's my turn.

I see him, and I pull the trigger...

Nothing is on my mind anymore,

when I open my eyes I see my family

crowded around a gravestone.

My mother's hands are shaking as she tries to hold back the tears,

as she clutches a flag.

I step closer and marvel, trying to read the stone

for myself, so I can understand.

Reading it, I cry...

Edward Jacobsen 1923-1942

It's me...

But how was it possible? I wasn't supposed to die yet

I'm only nineteen, with my whole life ahead of me.

My dreams will remain dreams,

and my heart will remain true.

I am gone, and my job is done...