Ashore At Baler

We go to one place via another To do an activity and then leave If we are allowed to do so If we are not dead or burnt alive Or heart stolen by a local gal We go to this place from afar Not expecting to be here Or to do what we must This is the way it is For when you're not local You have to do things That the locals couldn't do Like blowing up the tunnels Full of live enemy soldiers Have no pity for if we switched Some of us are from Texas Others from Maine or Idaho We have one thing in common We are in the Army and must fight This battle and the next Till we win then return home For those who remain here They are never forgotten This land is now theirs A home from home The 6th Division at Mt Mataba And other unnamed hills