We were 19 and bulletproof with fire  in our [singing] eyes. Heard the thunder in the distance,  a challenge in the skies. Left the  sleepy hometown streets. We said our last goodbyes. A promise  whispered in the wind. Facing the storm on the rise.  Through the mud and through the wire every single day.

Force and sweat and iron will. We’re going  to make our way. Pushed it to the breaking point.  Chasing doubt away. Burned our names into the fire. Here we’re going  to stay. Yeah.  Heat.  Yeah. Heat.   Heat.  Heat. 

    Heat. Heat.      Face  the shadow in the valley. Stared it in the face.  Brother standing next to brother. We held our sacred space. Every scar becomes a  metal you can’t erase. In the heart of the inferno, we found our state of grace.  

We answer  Heat. Heat.  [singing]      Some will rise and some  will fall, but we will never break. For [music and singing] the ones who gave their all for everything  I s

      Heat up  here.  Heat up      here.  Heat. Heat.

  Baby   heat.     The sun came up on a jungle trail. 100 lbs  and a rebel yell. Sweat rolled down through the red dirt clay. Another long walk, another long day. Rotors beat through  the morning

sky. Young men grinned as the birds flew by. steel on our backs and mud on our boots. Nobody knew what the day  would do. We were 20 years old and bulletproof. Or  at least that’s what we told the truth. We were tal burning through the night.  Young and strong and ready for a fight.

 Blood and sweat and brothers by our side.  When the world caught fire, we never broke strike. Jungle fire. Hear the choppers roar. Jungle fire. Marching into war. Jungle fire.  We were raised to survive. Jungle fire. Never came out the same alive.   Rain came down like a waterfall. Couldn’t see a thing through the monsoon squall.

 Somebody laughed and somebody cursed. Everybody knew the jungle came first. Long black nights in a radio call. Listening close for movement at all. Claymore  waiting beyond the wire. Eyes wide open beside the fire.  Every sunrise felt borrowed then.  But we do it all over again. We were tring  through the night.

 Young and strong and ready for a fight. Blood and sweat and brothers by our side. When the  world caught fire, we never broke strike. Jungle fire. Hear the choppers roar. Jungle fire.  Marching into war. Jungle fire we were raised to survive. Jungle never came out the same alive.   Some gave all and some came home.

 Some still walk those trails alone. Years roll by, but the memories stay like roer blades  fading away. Still come  in. Still hear the thunder.  Still see the faces of the friends. We were  running through the night here  forever and  we remember Heat.  Heat.

     I woke up with the city screaming in my head. Another night, another light I shouldn’t tread. Got gasoline in  my veins. A restless soul. Pushing in the needle. Loser lo control. Yeah.      I’m built to burn. I ain’t built to last.

 Chasing the fire, living way too fast.  No breaks on this ride, just a foot on the floor. Come back  tomorrow just to ask for more.     They talk about the future. I just burn a page. Trapped in their boxes.  I’m breaking the cage. Got no time for caution. No room for regret. Every  single warning is a rule.

 I ain’t man. I’m built to burn. I ain’t built to last. Chasing the fire. Living  way too fast. No breaks on this ride. Just a foot on the floor.  Come back tomorrow just to ask for more.      Heat.  Heat.   

 When I leave this place, I’ll burn it down.  Burn your whole world right to the ground. I’m built  to burn. I ain’t built to last. Chasing the fire, living way too fast. No breaks on this ride, just a foot on the floor.  Come back tomorrow just to ask for more.    

  We were barely out of school. Still dirt on our hands. Dropped in a far off country. Boys turned into man. He’d hanging heavy, boots  sunk in the clay. Sleek came in pieces, but we moved anyway.  And the jungle  took its toll. Felt older than we were, but nobody  turned around when the word came down.

  Still we marched through the mud and rain.  Young and strong, carrying all the pain. Lost some brothers still  hear their names, but we kept pushing on through the smoke  and flame.     Long nights listening  for footsteps in the dark. Helicopters overhead.

 Tracers  cutting sparks. Some never made it back to the morning light,  but nobody forgot who stood and fought that night.   And the years move slow though the  days flew fast. We learned real quick nothing good ever lasts.  Still we march through the mud and [singing and music] rain.

 Young and strong, carrying on the pain. Lost some brothers  still hear their names, but we kept pushing on through the smoke and  flame. Now the silence feels louder than the guns. Still  see those faces. Still remember everyone just  kids in the fire trying to do what was right.

 Holding that line through another long night.       Still we march though the years roll by.  Young and strong never really die. Some  lay down where the red dirt still carry their voices [music and singing] inside our heads. Yeah, just doing what we had to do. Through the jungle and the fire, we carried each other through  

 The sun came up on a jungle trail. 100  lbs in a rebel yell. Sweat rolled down through the red dirt  clay. Another long walk, another long day. Road just beat through the morning sky. Young  men brim as the birds flew by. Steel on our bags and mud on our boots.  Nobody knew what the day would do.

 We were 20 years old and bulletproof. Or at least that’s what we  told the truth. We were jungle burning through the night. Young and  strong, ready for a fight. Blood and sweat. Brothers by our side. When  the world, we never try  to war. We were  raised to survive. Jungle V never came  out the same alive.

Rain came down like a waterfall. Couldn’t see a thing to the monsoon squall. Somebody laughed and somebody cursed. Everybody knew the jungle came first. Long black  nights and a radio call. Listening close to movement at all. Play more  waiting beyond the wire. Eyes wide open beside the fire.  Every sunrise fell [singing] borrow.

 We do it all over again. Jungle  burning through the night. Young and strong. Ready for a fight. Blood and sweat runs by our side.  When the world fire, we never broke  jungle fire. The jumpers role  fire into jungle. We were raised [music and singing] to survive. Jungle fire never came out alive.

 Some gave all and some came home. Some still walk those trails alone. Years roll by, but the memories stay  like rol blades fading away.  Still drung the fire burning in our veins. Still  hear the thunder. Still feel the rain. Still see the faces  of the previous we      Heat. Heat.

    Across the border where the shadows grow, young  men move forward silent and slow. We watch the fires from the trench below. The choking smoke hanging heavy and low.  But we never back down in the heat of the fire. Even  when the flames grow thicker and higher, the  road to hell is paved with blood tonight.

Still we hold our ground  for the firefight.    A soldier lies broken in the rain and mud as  we trade our futures for pain and blood. Young men try to bury  the fear, waiting in silence as the devil draws near. But we never  back down in the rain of fire.  Even when the world is burning on the wire, the road to hell is paved with  blood tonight.

Still we hold our ground in the fading light.          The ash is settled on the coback stone.    As we walk the valley with the dead alone,  no flags are waving for the lost today.

We try to  push the hurt and the pain away,  but we never back down in the rain of fire. Even when  the world is burning on the wire,  the road to hell is paved with blood tonight.  Still we hold our ground in the fading light. Never back down. Never back down.  Never back down on the road to hell.

It’s paved with blood  where the devil fell. Never back  down.     17 and the sun on my back. My path was mapped on  a steady track. Could stand in the storm, tall and bold. Learned to do just what I was  told. I put my boots on the gravel road, strong enough to carry a heavy load.

     No time for tears or looking back, just the engine hum on the iron track.  They said the job was too big for a boy, but I ain’t looking for a childhood toy.    I took the wrench and I turned the steel. Learning exactly how the hard times feel.  We rise  up early and we work till late.

 We don’t sit around and complain at faith. Growing up fast in the red, white, and blue.  Doing the things that a man’s got to do. Yeah. We stand up straight. We stand up tall, ready to answer when the hard times call. My brother enlisted when the news got grim. I stayed and  worked at the farm for him.

 A thousand acres of dry tough dirt. Working past the porn where the muscles hurt. My body ads and dip my hands and got tough my love.  A thousand acres of dry tough dirt. Working past the point where the muscles hurt. Nobody asked if my hands were so  we just kept marching to the rhythm of the chore.       Now I look at the fields that we finally tamed.

 And I ain’t quiet and I ain’t ashamed. We paid our dues in sweat and grit. When the hammer came down, we didn’t quit. Young men  standing where the old men fell. Living our lives and we’re doing it well. We rise up early and we work till late.  We don’t sit around and complain at fate. Growing up fast in the red, white, and blue.

 Doing the things  that a man’s got to do.    Yeah, we stand up straight. We stand up tall. Ready to  answer when the hard times gone. Yeah. We answer the call. We stand up tall. That’s how we  do it. Yeah.     Sun comes up on another morning,

 half a world away. Somebody’s talking about California. Somebody’s counting the days. Helicopters cross  the valley heading somewhere south. Everybody’s got a number. Everybody’s  trying to get out my hive down. We’re counting the days  one by one under the rain and the  burning sun.

 Counting the days till we see home. Back where we belong. Woah. Counting  the days. Woah. Till we’re gone.  Letters folded in our pockets.  Pictures from back home talking about old girlfriends. Talking  about roads we’ve known. Another night  along the perimeter. Another long radio call.  Somebody laughs about getting out.

Somebody’s riding home  at all. We’re counting the days. One by one under  the rain and the burning [singing] sun. Counting the days till  we see home. Back where we belong. Woah. Woah. Counting the days,  wo, till we’re gone. Young and strong,  we thought we’d never [singing] fall.

Now we’re learning. We don’t  know much at all. Still, we keep moving through the dust and rain.    One more day closer to leaving this place. We’re counting the days one by one.  Under the rain and the burning sun. Counting the  days till we see home. Back where we belong.

  Back where we [singing] belong. Woah. Woah.  Count the days. Woah. Till we’re  gone. Wo. Counting  the days one by one. Counting the days till  we’re gone. Counting the days. Oh.  Oh yeah. Heat.   

  They were young with dreams unknown  with eyes of steel and hands of stone. They  take on danger outside the wire. They’ve seen  the devil’s den and felt the fire.  When evil beats upon the gate, they  stand between our world and fate. They have no fear, no turning back.

 They prepare for the attack.  Into the fire they walk into war. Give them  a little and they ask when danger  come knocking at the door. They  are the thunder.     They forged their  grit in the heat of the night. Tough and ready to finish the fight.

 A breed of  heroes born in pain. Find their power under the rain.  The world might shake, but they will hold. Their path is worthy. Their stance is bold. When evil beats upon the gate, they  stand between our world and fate.  They have no fear, no turning back. They prepare for the  attack into  the fire. Fighting the war.

The men who do not  want more. in danger. The final      Heat.  Heat.     They never  back down. They fight till the end.

They are your worst enemy or your best friend. Heat. Heat.      My mind  falls back. I remember the day. A warm sunny day in 1968. 

We were told to stand down. It was the Luna New Year. Said the guns would go silent.  The message was clear, but our world was shattered right before the dawn. All over the  country, the peace was gone.  With no time to brace and less time to think, the men who were left were brought to the brink.

They  came from the tree lines in that humid heat. They crashed through the gate and into the streets. The cities  were covered in blood that day. Time  won’t take the nightmare away.  This was the night they broke the truth. Like hell opened up and the devil got loose.

  Cities were turned into rubble and ash. Any comfort you had was gone in  a flash. We stood our ground till the fight was done.  We fight to the finish, till the battle is won.  We moved into the city.  It was block by block. Always move forward through the fear and the shock. A month  of fighting with no glory or fame.

 The men that survived were never the  same. I can still see that city when I close my eyes. I still feel  the pain. I still hear the cries. I’m old and gray now, like a worn out  song. But back in those days, I was young  and strong.    History remembers the young men who were there. As time  goes by, it seems people don’t care.

Some things get written down  wrong in the end. But we know the truth and that truth will defend. This was the  night they broke the truth. Like hell opened up and the devil got loose. Cities were turned into  rubble and ash. Any comfort you had was gone in a flash. We stood our ground till the fight was done.

  We fight to the finish. Till the battle is won.  We fought a war that we didn’t choose. We did our job and we didn’t lose    Hello. We here at Battle Docks would like to extend our thanks to the people who watch our videos. I think it’s important that we remember these men and women who sacrificed so much for our country.

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