Humans have become attuned to constant disaster
Whether by act of war, terrorism, or nature's fury
We seem to be just waiting for a final great event
On a festive national holiday, 1am in the morning
Apache Helicopters reply, and more will be sent
The secret wars are fought at night, in the darkness
And whether those who respond are heroes or not
Matters, only in terms of how the situation unfolds
And true warriors are honorable, and they know
Their role in this event, can make it succeed or fail
But their kind at home have stomachs tied in knots
