Dusty old helmet, by a rusty gun
They sit in the corner and wait
They've withstood the battle, the hardships, the hurt
They've withstood the time and the hate

The dusty winds, we faced together
We fought men, and we fought dark and cold
That was many years ago, in WWII
But the memories do not seem old

We fought for freedom, my weapons and I
The American tale we've yet to tell
We watched all our friends, blown to bits
We know what it's like in hell

The story we know, we remember, that time
We jumped on a tank, that was flaming, was fire
We only jumped off, when we lost ammunition
The fright was the worst...the pain was dire

People died, my best friend too
That was our greatest fight
When Lattie died, he was my best friend
We killed twenty three Germans, we did right

All of my friends that died were avenged
But I was the only one left here to stand
Only my guns and my helmet got close now
But I needed someone to hold out their hand

All those men in World War II
Are now in an endless sleep
I told you my story, of pain and of loss
Where hell is six feet deep

Now my friends tread softly
For my heart is not fully healed
As I look at the graves of my dearest friends
All I have now is pain, so please yield

My gun and helmet, I did not lose
They will be with me until the end
Stay close to my side, in day and in night
I can't be deserted again.