101空中突击师军歌 《伞绳上的鲜血》（Blood On The Risers ）

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 way to die. 　　Gory， gory， what a hell of way to die. 　　Gory， gory， what a hell of 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. 　　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. 　　The risers swung 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. 　　The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind. 　　He thought about the girl back home， the one he left behind. 　　He thought about the medicos and wondered what they’d find. 　　And he ain’t gonna jump no more. 　　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. 　　He hit the ground， the sound was "Splat，" his blood went spurting high. 　　His comrades they were heard to say， "A helluva way to die." 　　He lay there rolling ’round in the welter of his gore. 　　And he ain’t gonna jump no more. 　　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
中文翻译 　　他只是一个新兵，害怕得浑身发抖。他检查了所有装备，紧绑身上的背包。 　　他必须坐在那里，忍受着引擎嗡嗡的声响。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。 　　“我说各位高兴吗”，队长看着大伙儿叫道。我们的英雄怯声说：“嗯”。 　　于是他被他们点了名，他跳进冰冷的空气中，他的开伞绳被解掉。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。 　　他拖着长音数着，他大声数着害怕出错，他等着那震荡。 　　他击破风，他敲碎冰冷，他从高空可怕地向下坠。 　　降落伞的丝带飘散着，缠在他的腿上。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。 　　空中摇曳的乱麻缠住了他的颈，伞绳撕碎了伞顶。 　　悬挂的带子打了结，绕着他的皮包骨。 　　那圆顶篷成了他的裹尸布，他从空中被掷下了地。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。 　　他脑中闪过过去的生活、情感、欢笑。他思念的邻家女孩， 　　他离开后唯一牵挂的人。他想到了医师们， 　　想着他们会发现什么。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。 　　救护车开到了指定地点，吉普车潇洒地急刹车， 　　医生们嘻笑着尖叫着下了车。卷着被单面带微笑， 　　因为有好几个星期没人因为跳伞而出事了。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他再不会站起。 　　他跌到了地上，发出一种撕金裂帛的声音， 　　他的血像喷泉一样冒的老高。他的伙伴们大叫： 　　真他妈的是顶呱呱的死法。 　　他在地上滚了几圈，浑身沾满了自己的血浆。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血沾在伞绳上，脑浆涂满了伞盖， 　　肠子在他的伞兵衣上摇晃。 　　他成了肉泥，人们不得不把他从靴子里倒出来。 　　他不会再站起。 　　血腥，血腥，多么恐怖的死亡方式。 　　他不会再站起。