Wings of glory on the shoulder,

spartan training forged this soldier.

Men of iron with nerves of steel,

to them a bitter fight is real.

In silvery planes across the sky,

those fierce eagles, they do fly.

Unto the foe swiftly carried,

some were glad they had not married.

A light of red, then one of green,

the command to jump into slip stream.

So gently swaying in the harness,

a drop achieved in total darkness.

Boots touch soil, chutes released.

Do not fear that savage beast.

The badge of courage, oh what price!

For some, the supreme sacrifice.

A jump into hell, by the nations airborne,

so steadfastly they greet the dawn.

The shells a screaming overhead,

upon the ground, lay bodies dead.

Paratroopers to their last breath,

keep their weapons spitting death.

Those wings of glory, on men so true:

may a thousand trumpets herald you.