Well, listen to my story, a story I will tell, of an airborne sapper, who would go through hell, Chorus: Airbo-o-o-r-r-r-n-e Sap-p-e-e-e-r-r-s lead the way. (note: platoon calls out "Shoot the son of a, mShoot the son of a, Shoot the son of a whooooo! while caller gives drawn out calls) His home was FT. Leonard Wood, the land that God forgot, the mud was 18inches deep, and the sun was blazing hot. Chorus: He was at Sapper school, having some fun, then came the morning of 911 Chorus: Hey Mr. President, i know you have a plan, send a young sapper, into Afghanistan, Chorus: Found the taliban sittin' on a hill, lifted my M16, my first shot, my fisrt kill!