• With this satchel I carry
    I carry my heart
    keeping the men I work on from falling apart.

    On the boody gound
    In the cold I pray
    Hoping for the war to end one day.

    With this satchel I carry
    It holds my sanity
    And on the field, saves all of humanity.

    This quiet, gentle soul
    Hopes not to come to harm
    Whose only crime is the red cross band on my arm.

    An easy target
    As the bullets whiz by
    I hold my breath, and wait to die.

    I know it's coming
    So take me now
    Save them the trouble, just take me down.

    Keeping your name
    On my dying breath
    Quick and painless, a silent death.