The American Airborne Division 10 1 s military song "The Blood of the Ascending Man" is the theme song of the European theater of World War II. The original song is a Christian hymn. The most famous song using this tune is the military song of the Northern American Civil War: battle hymn of the republic, which is said to be Lincoln's favorite song in his life. The Manchester United team song "Glory to Manchester United" is also this song, but the lyrics are different. Blood on the Vertical Pipe is a military song in the TV series Brothers Company, which was widely sung by allied paratroopers in Europe at that time. At first glance, this song sounds calm and melodious and full of fighting spirit. In fact, the lyrics of this song describe a rookie paratrooper who jumped out of the cabin without a nylon strap attached to his parachute during skydiving practice, and his parachute failed, and finally fell to the ground because of excessive tension. During the period, I also described my psychological activities when I fell slightly ironically. Lyrics: He is just a novice soldier, and he is sure to be scared. He checked his equipment to make sure that his backpack was tight. He had to go to Stan. Listen to those terrible engine noises. You won't dance again. Chorus: bloody, bloody, what a hell of a way to die. Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die. Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die. He won't dance again. "Is everyone happy?" The sergeant looked up and shouted. Our hero replied feebly, "Yes", and then they made him stand up. He jumped into the cold wind and untied his fixed rope. He won't dance again. He counted for a long time, counted loudly, and waited for the electric shock. He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the terrible drop. His reserve of silk overflowed and wrapped his leg. He won't dance again. The upright man swayed around his neck and the connector broke his dome. The hanging rope was knotted on his skinny bones. The canopy became his shroud and he dashed to the ground. He won't dance again. The days of his life, love and laughter kept flashing through his mind. He thought of the girl in his hometown, the girl he left behind. He thought of the doctors and wondered what they would find. He won't dance again. Ambulances are on the road and jeeps are driving like crazy. The medical staff jumped up, screamed with joy, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. Because the last parachute failure was more than a week ago. He won't dance again. He hit the G wheel, the sound was "pa", and his blood was sprayed high. People heard his comrades say, "What a terrible way to die." He lay there, rolling in a pool of blood. He won't dance again. There is blood on the vertical board and brains on the chute. Intestines hung on his paratrooper suit. He was in a mess. They picked him up and poured him out of his boots. He won't jump any more. He's just a new paratrooper. He really trembled in the battle. He checked his equipment and fastened his umbrella bag. He had to sit in the engine room and listen to the angry engine roar. You don't want to dance anymore. I repeat: Gary, Gary, what a fucking terrible way to die; Gary, Gary, what a terrible way to die; Gary, Gary, what a terrible way to die. He never wants to dance again. "Is anyone happy?" The master sergeant shouted and looked around. Our hero replied weakly: Yes! Then they stood up and jumped into the cold wind, and the parachute was released from the hook. He never wants to dance again. He counted with a long loud voice, waiting for the powerful vibration of opening the brake. He felt the wind, the cold and the terrible descent. The umbrella flew out of the umbrella bag and wrapped his leg. He never wants to dance again. An umbrella rope was wrapped around his neck and wrapped him in an umbrella canopy. The umbrella rope wrapped around his thin body, and the umbrella became his shroud. He fell to the ground at a high speed. He never wants to dance again. On that day, he was still thinking about life and love, flying with a smile, and he wanted to take the girl home; A brother at the back of his left is wondering how the military doctor can find him. He never wants to dance again. With the balance at the foot, the jeep sped on the field, the doctor jumped out of the car and rolled up his sleeves with a wry smile; For this reason, from a week ago or even longer ..... because the parachute failed. He never wants to dance again. He hit the ground, splashing a piece of liquid, and blood spurted from him. Some of his comrades-in-arms said, "This is a terrible way to die!" "He doesn't want to dance anymore. Blood stuck to the rope, brains stuck to the parachute, and intestines hung on the paratroopers' clothes and trembled. He is a mess. His comrades packed him up and put on military boots. He never wants to dance again.