Russell G. Robison

BEND IN THE RIVER

Turning back into the thunder
Tracers tearing through the night
Diesels on the boat were roaring
As we headed for the fight

When you go into the fire
It’s a place no one should know
But our friends were in that fire
And we knew we had to go

Check your fear and check your ammo
Time to lock and load my friend
You know there that hell is waiting
And it’s just around the bend

Just a memory that sometimes
Wakes me with a fright
Just a memory that sometimes
Comes for me at night