Why are the nights so still? Why am I on this faraway hill? Home is so far away. I’m wondering if I’ll return someday. I hate to see morning come. And face another day of war humdrum. The stillness of the night Gives me the courage for another day to fight. I hate to spend another day Without help on its way. The fear of no supplies Means the loss of many lives. Never can I take a nap Without waking to fight a Jap. The sounds of their big guns Now we have nowhere else to run.