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   Up in the hills of Deutschland,   Grafenwöhr is the spot,   There is no room for air force,   In the land that God forgot,   Out in the sun with a rifle,   Down in a tent with the dust,   Trying to clean a BAR,   Already covered with rust,   We train all day in rain or dust,   Sleep in muddy holes at night,   We are told that this will teach us how to fight,   We are soldiers in the Army,   And in a Foreign Land,   Back home we are soon forgotten,   We belong to Uncle Sam,   But on that day we stand before those pearly Gates we hear tell,   St. Peter will say,   Come in Boys from Grafenwöhr,   You served