This has to be the last night, Orders to shoot every Jap in sight. The ammo dump that blew the hill, Made everything else seem very still. All supplies that never came, Made us all feel ashamed. All the promises that were broken, Surely they could have sent a token. The order to fight to the last man, It’s easier now to understand. All our dreams of going home, Makes you feel so all alone. To find a quiet place to pray, Will give me strength to face the day. Fighting four mon