Blood on the Risers

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Blood on the Risers is een marslied uit de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Het wordt gezongen door de 82e Luchtlandingsdivisie, 101e Luchtlandingsdivisie, 173rd Airborne Brigade en 4th Brigade Combat Team (Luchtlandingsdivisie) van de 25th Infantry Division, en de 120th CTS van de Verenigde Staten. Dit nummer heeft een rol in de televisie miniserie Band of Brothers en de video game Brothers in Arms, het wordt ook vermeld in het boek Currahee: Een Screaming Eagle in Normandië van Donald Burgett. Het wordt gezongen op de melodie van "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", het lied vertelt over de laatste sprong van een parachutist wiens parachute niet werkt. Dit resulteert in zijn dood.

Amerikaanse militairen die deelnemen aan de United States Army Airborne School in Fort Benning, Georgia moeten soms verplicht de teksten memoriseren als onderdeel van hun opleiding onthouden.

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Het wordt betwist of het koor "Gory, Gory" of "Glory, Glory" zingt, net als de originele "Battle Hymn van de Republiek. Omdat het lied vaak luid wordt gezongen, of zelfs geschreeuwd, is het moeilijk te onderscheiden of er in feite een "L" wordt gezongen. Hoogstwaarschijnlijk wordt gory gezongen, omdat dit het best past bij de context van het lied (een parachutist die op de aarde stort te wijten door twee defecte parachutes).

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright,
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"
(CHORUS)
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
he ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the medics, and wondered what they'd find,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT" his blood went spurting high,
His comrades were all heard to say "A hell of a way to die!"
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
(slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots,
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!