Turned 18 in the summer of 88, not sure where my life would take me
Had dreams about living the good life, hitting those fastballs
Plans changed and the service had places for me to see
Kissed my momma on the cheek and made my way to San Antone
Scared to death on that plane, but knew this was my destiny
Six weeks of hell, but now I’m ready
Everyone joins for different reasons, some good, some bad
The calling of battle pulls you in
Defending this country isn’t a chore, it’s an honor
Blood, tears, and respect will keep my flag flying
Don’t turn your back on me and disrespect my country
The Infidels are coming
It wasn’t us that picked that fight on nine eleven
But I’ll guarantee we’re gonna finish it
A group of cowards are now gone, south of heaven
I guess you found out, we don’t take no shit
It wasn’t just a few bullets that you met, more like seven
I guess your women weren’t going to save you after all
Everyone joins for different reasons, some good, some bad
The calling of battle pulls you in
Defending the country isn’t a chore, it’s an honor
Blood, tears and respect keep my flag flying
Don’t turn your back on me and disrespect my country
The infidels are coming, The Infidels are coming