FROM ANTIFA TO HELL 1: 'JUMP', OR 'GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE'


Once upon a time, there was a song.
(Glory, glory, hallelujah)
And then there was a man whose actions changed that song.
(Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die)
Years later came the actions of men who changed that song yet again.
(Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die)
But little did they know that what they jumped for would lead them to.
For some, there were parachutes.
For others, there were swing-sets and balloons.
(He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind)
For a few, there was nothing. And then there wasn’t a song; there was only a photograph to remember.
(He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
“You ain’t gonna jump no more!”...)

For what they all had in common was that they came from the sky.
Once upon a time, they all made a choice on one day and they jumped.
So for over a hundred years, each jump started from a few words in a song.

All that remains is a sentence of images to tell a story of joy, fear, life, courage and the fall, as well as the chorus:
(Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die...)

*Excerpts in parentheses from ‘John Brown’s Body/Battle Hymn of the Republic’ and ‘Blood on the Risers/Gory, Gory Hallelujah’, an American Paratrooper Song.