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