I remember sometime ago my friend.....

There once not to long ago, a young man named Billy
the last time I saw him, he was with his lovely fiancee.
 Her head was upon his shoulder, Billy was
 waiting in line to go off and join the war.

From where I stood she was crying,
It was Billy's time to go,
and through her tears I heard her say

Billy don't be a hero,
don't be a fool with your life
come back and make me your wife....

As I heard it, soldier's were trapped outside
 of Baghdad, a battle was ragging all around.
The sergeant cried, we've gotta hang on boys.
We've gotta hold this part of town
I need a volunteer to bring back some
extra men, Billy's hand was up in a moment
he must of forgot the words his fiancee said...
 
 Not to long ago his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way....

 she threw the letter away...