The sun of the east in early June who is hot
On those shores and the banks of the wind carried them away,
And their bows is broken, upon the waves of Crafts
As though by imploring them to turn back to the house.
The boys knew they could swim to his ruin,
And they do not look back
With his beard and his ammo,
And he cried in a place of horror, and of vast face of the wind, and as far as the foot of the mountain
"Rangers' lead the way!"
Who made the earth and the bloody conflagration
Looking on, he was sitting in the enemy face to the height above
Shooting and shall rain it upon the ways of their grenades
And no man after that durst ask them to survive the heat.
They shot rope ladders over those cliffs,
Dug out the shoes, in the clefts of the rocks, and began their ascent to the
When a child is another one in its place
When the boy's single would grab the rope was cut with another
And they begin to get up to it, or to be in his tomb.
She brought them through their courses, and the rocks
And he has broken, the air waves, when he fought against his adversary
Boy like dogs defeated every inch the terra firma
And every inch they freed him from the hand of tyranny.
The minds of men from the love of freedom that they marched with the back,
And they went up in peace to return to our vocation
Distant from their place, and fought in the land to the worst
These are the young men of Pointe Du Hoc