To the tune of “Yon Yonson”.
Our name is the Barrys.
We don’t hail from the prairies.
We don’t eat only white bread;
But the Army has called us.
The boot march’s before us.
So we go,
East we go,
Then to the south…
We left bold evergreens
And mountains pristine
For the cradle of the Civil War;
Traded high-flying eagles
for high-flying Eagles.
They both scream.
One screams louder.
And we’re proud…
Of the ‘ole 1-0-1,
with their tanks and their guns;
America’s true fighting force.
Get ready for Rakk life.
Get ready for ruck life.
So we march,
make good time,
God to soldiers and soldiers to God.
The weather is warmer.
The people are warmer.
The BBQ makes our hearts sing.
It’s time to settle,
Buy a house and kettle
Three more years,
So they say
We shall see…
Again from the top!
Very clever! March on and God be with you. Continual prayer for you two sweet grandkids!!
Love, Grandma
Thanks for the prayers, Grandma! Keep them coming!
Sure to be one of this year’s Grammy contenders. Two thumbs way up. Go Screaming Eagles!
Thanks, Dad. Love you!
Loved it! Creative way to tell the story!😍
Mom
Very creative and amusing lyrics. We are pleased that you two are enjoying your journey and the 101 Airborne life; and enjoying being in the area which Paul Simon calls “the cradle of the civil war”.
Thanks, Dad B. Looking forward to you two coming to visit some day!