These are the Boys of Pointe du Hoc

The sun rose on that warm June morning
Over those beaches and wind swept shores
The Waves crashed over the bows of their crafts
As though imploring them to turn back towards home.
Those Boys knew they could be swimming to their own deaths,
But they did not look back
They beard their teeth, loaded their ammo,
And cried into the howling wind and up the cliff face
“Rangers lead the way!” 

Those that made it to the burning and blood stained shore
Looked up at their opposing foes sitting high above
Shooting and raining down grenades upon their ranks
And dared them to survive their tide.
They shot rope ladders over those cliffs,
Dug their boots into the solid rock, and began their ascent
When one Boy fell another would take his place
When one Boy’s rope was cut he would grab another
And begin his climb towards his own grave yet again. 

One by one they hauled themselves up and over those cliffs
And broke like waves against their warring adversary
Those Boys fought like dogs for every inch of firm land they gained
And every inch they freed from the grasp of Tyranny.
They marched with the hearts of liberty loving people on their backs
They climbed with the call to return peace to our field
And they fought with the task to destroy evil in a land miles from their own
These are the Boys of Pointe du Hoc