I still don't know if I killed that guy
My hands were steady my powder was dry
I saw his face contort with fear
Then the light just disappeared
I woke up on the Red Cross train
Hearing my name called again and again
Cousin George got gassed and I caught flak
On the day of the gas attack
Before too long we saw action again
In the 48th we were fighting men
In the 48th we were fighting men
That's just the way it was back then
Folks sure put a lot of faith
In the fighting men of the 48th
When we marched down Yonge Street I'd never seen
So many people looking at me
Then we marched in Salisbury on the plain
In 2 feet of mud and the driving rain
We marched through Europe in the spring of '15
Headed towards something we could never un-see
We gave our all the best never came back
From the day of the gas attack
Yeah the Germans kept pushing but we held 'em again
In the 48th we were fighting men
In the 48th we were fighting men
That's just the way it was back then
Folks sure put a lot of faith
In the fighting men of the 48th
I came home and tried to forget that shit
I married Nan and we had three kids
My sons were pilots in world war 2
And I signed up for home duty too
In the 48th we were fighting men