The Old Drop Zone

Patrick Thibeault 

The old drop zone is a holy place

 Warriors falling out the sky

 Like in the Book of Revelations

 God’s Airborne Warriors from the Sky

 For the Airborne elite 

 The drop zone is our bread and butter

 A place where the cherry make his real first jump 

Scared about his wits

 Don’t worry cherry; we are all scared with you

 You can see it in our face

 But we will still make fun of you

 The drop zone is also a place of healing

 For that paratrooper medic on the ground

 Treats the wounds that come before him

 Broken bones all sticking out

 The ghosts of my fellow airborne souls

 Also reside in this holy ground 

Many good jumpers lost their lives 

They love to haunt this place.

The old drop zone is a magical place

 For paratroopers like me

 They say that we are crazy to defy death

 But we do it anyway