I don't find it demeaning. I am willing to be self-sacrificing but I am not the one who is over there piloting the helicopters, handing out the food, setting up the hospitals, healing the sick, burying the dead, taking the risks, away from my family during the holidays.
I want the world to acknowledge those brave, strong, wonderful men and women. Maybe you've lost the ability to be proud of them, but I have not, and never will.
Allow me to sing out, along with George M. Cohan, that the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, and we won't come back until it's over, over there!
Over There
Words & Music by: George M. Cohan
Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run,
Hear them calling you and me;
Every son of Liberty
Hurry right away, no delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line.
Chorus:
Over There, Over There
Send the word, send the word,
Over There
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum tumming everywhere
So prepare,
Say a Prayer
Send the word,
Send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over.
And we won't be back till it's over over there!
Johnnie get your gun, get you gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun, you're a Son-of-a-Gun,
Hoist the flag and let her fly
Like true heros do or die
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit,
Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks,
Make your Mother proud of you and to Liberty be true.
Chorus:
Over There, Over There
Send the word, send the word,
Over There
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum tumming everywhere
So prepare,
Say a Prayer
Send the word,
Send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over.
And we won't be back till it's over over there!
Copyright 1917 by Leo. Feist, Inc., New York |
