Currahee Running Song
[nb: although numerous variations of this running song existed so
as to build unit cohesion and esprit during the WWII-era, a
distinction was made within the airborne community between
parachute-borne and glider-borne personnel]
Fall upon the risers,
Fall upon the grass.
We never land on our feet,
We always hit our ass!
Heidy, deidy, Christ Almighty,
Who the hell are we?
Bim, bam, goddamn,
We're the Parachute Infantry!
Currahee Running Song
[nb: although numerous variations of this running song existed so
as to build unit cohesion and esprit during the WWII-era, a
distinction was made within the airborne community between
parachute-borne and glider-borne personnel]
We fall upon the risers,
We fall upon the grass.
We never land upon our feet,
We always hit on our ass!
Mighty, mighty, Christ Almighty,
Who the hell are we?!
Zim, zam, goddamn,
We're the parachute infantry!
Currahee Running Song
[nb: although numerous variations of this running song existed so
as to build unit cohesion and esprit during the WWII-era, a
distinction was made within the airborne community between
parachute-borne and glider-borne personnel]
We're Colonel Johnson's troopers,
We're fighters of the night,
We're dirty sons-a-bitches,
We'd rather fuck than fight!
Hi-dee, hi-dee, Christ Almighty,
Who in the Hell are WE?
Rim-ram, goddamn,
Parachute Infantry!
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