Song of the Airborne

Song of the Airborne

I trust my life to silk and nylon cords

that promise to suspend me from the sky.

I trust the weeks of training that awards

the silver wings that money cannot buy

to every volunteer who stays the course,

like every paratrooper has before.

I trust them all, their strength;

I know its source.

I’d follow them in peace or bloody war.

Stand up, the door is open; check your line.

The light is red, but soon it will be green.

Your courage is the courage you define

by leading from above, by being seen!

The eyes of generations look to us,

the strength of Airborne,

keepers of the trust!