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.
Behind us is the China Sea
In front, Japs as far as you can see.
They are here with intent to kill
And leave our bones upon this hill.
They tell us to surrender today
We say there has to be another way.
They say they have the upper hand.
We say yes, but we are the Battling
Bastards of Bataan.