Regardless if you're a cherry poppin 5 jump chump or have over 400 jumps, we are the elite, the finest in the military. Not everyone can do what we do on a daily basis. We are the band of brothers and sisters who start and finish the fight. Maroon beret earned, not issued.
THE AIRBORNE Who are these men who fall from the sky? Determination on their face, and fire in their eye, Maroon berets, and paint-by-number smocks, All the time thinking, they're No. 1 jocks. It's The Airborne! Hard they work, day and nite, So, if called upon, they can go and fight, Push-ups and chin-ups and running galore, All the time shouting "We Want More". It's The Airborne! Up in the mock tower, practicing their jump, Every third one out lands on his rump. The RSM yelling and screaming in vain, All the troops thinking, "This Guy's Insane". It's The Airborne! At last the day comes, now for the real thing, Each of them feeling like he is a king. The doors are open, they are all hooked up, They're ready to make this important first jump. It's The Airborne! Who are these men who fall from the sky? Determination on their face and fire in their eye, These are the few, the proud, and the brave, These are the ones, for which the skies were made. These Are The AIRBORNE!