Blackhawks from Alabama

Flying high above the southern plains,

Blackhawk steering through the rain.

Echoes of the mission, courage in our veins,

From Alabama to distant terrains.

Rotor blades slicing through the dawn,

Eyes on the ground, a hero's pawn.

Searching skies, risking all,

Answering every urgent call.

Shadows lurking, hope alive,

In the chaos, we thrive.

Guardians of the free,

Fighting for liberty.

Blackhawk wings, carrying dreams,

Across the mountains and the streams.

From rescue calls to firing shots,

We stand strong, we give all we’ve got.

While I’m mowing down the Taliban I thank God, for being American.

In Alabama, in peaceful fields,

Training hard, preparing shields.

But when duty summons near,

We conquer danger, cast out fear.

From southern skies to distant sands,

Holding lives within our hands.

Bravery in every deed,

Fighting evil, planting peace.

Blackhawk wings, carrying dreams,

Across the mountains and the streams.

From rescue calls to firing shots,

We stand strong, we give all we’ve got.

While I’m mowing down the Taliban I thank God, for being American.

Through smoke and fire, through fear’s grip,

Our spirit won’t slip.

Faith and steel, on this flight,

Honor guides us through the night.

Blackhawk flying free and bold,

Stories of the brave unfold.

In Alabama and afar,

We are shining like the ping off a radar.