Lyrics

[Background music] [Spoken word] The time has come H-hour On the horizon, many ships watch and wait Silhouetted by the soft gray light of dawn A lone craft moves toward the enemy shoreline Sole vehicle of the assault The craft, an amphibious landing type Has a ramp gate in the bow For the unloading of men and equipment onto the beach At the back Above the level of the ramp gate Is a large glass enclosed structure With a vermillion fleece rug And cocktail lounge furnishings (SFX of laughter, conversation, and clinking glasses) A party is in progress inside the glass room The room is a-swirl with heavy military bodies Decorated with bright colored ribbons and medals Stewards dart about with trays of hors d'oeuvres And champagne cocktails There is music and laughter It is a merry party And it continues as the craft moves forward Now the craft touches the beach Pushing a wave before it The merriment subsides for a moment And all in the glass room look casually toward the ramp gate (music fades, SFX) The ramp goes down A single soldier clad in combat fatigues Carrying an infantry pack and rifle Rushes up over the ramp gate onto the beach The soldier runs very hard and fast (SFX of running feet and heavy breathing followed by a musical crescendo resembling a gunshot) It is over quickly He is killed by one shot Fired by the enemy (music resumes) The soldier lies crumpled Facedown on the sand He is the only blemish on the smoothness Slowly the ramp gate begins to rise The craft withdraws from the beach The conversation and laughter in the glass room Resumes