In a camp of Nip a barracks lost deep in the Phillipines
Are a bunch of forgotten warriors with nothing left but dreams
We are fighting a greater battle than the one we fought and lost
It's a battle against the elements, a battle of life that cost
Some came through that awful torture of days and nights of hell
In the struggle for the "Rock" where many a brave man fell
But it's not how much you know or how quick you hit the ditch
It's not the rank that once you held or whether you're poor or rich
No one cares who you know back home or what kind of a life you led
It's just how long you can stick it out that governs your life instead
This battle we're fighting at present is against flies, mosquitoes and disease
But with decent living conditions we could win this fight with ease
It's rice for breakfast noon and night; it rains most every day
We sleep on bamboo slats at night; we've no better place to lay
We eat from any old tin can that we're lucky enough to get
And the medicine we should have we haven't seen as yet
We're forgotten men of Corregidor fighting for bare existence
Through hunger, sickness and sweat
Those of us who do come through perhaps can prove our worth
When we tell the strangest tale yet told of a terrible Hell on earth
