Soldiers - James Taylor

It was just after sunrise and down by the sea

Down on the sand flats where nothing will grow

Come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream

Where the golden green waters come in

Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night

Half of them wounded and barely alive

Just nine out of twenty was headed for home

With eleven sad stories to tell

I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed

I said, oh, good morning what a beautiful day