I Wanna Be With The UTC | Heroes | Lyrics

From Estonian, Singaporean and South Korean Conscripts, to Jaegers of the Bundeswehr and the Riflemen of the United States Marines Corps to US Navy Submariners and Airmen of the United States Air Force, to even the odd "private contractor" - the bond of battle is hard to break and there are few who we're willing to depend our lives on more than each other.
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The Heroes Album is dedicated to Miller Merchant(often just called Miller), which is old clan slang for a traditional member of the UNKNOWN [?] Trading Company that may include her Imperial and Commonwealth members. They're the brave men and women who slog it out and do the job that needs to be done, often going about unnoticed and unpraised, many times simply content with service and sitting by quietly waiting for the next mission.
Historically filled with volunteers and generally fewer in number, the Company Miller is seen as more reliable, skilled, and far more competent both morally and technically than their premium counterparts whom they look upon with contempt, disdain and pity.
Music: I Want To Be In The Cavalry, composed and written by Corb Lund and the Hurtin' Albertans.
LYRICS:
Well, I wanna be with the UTC if they send me off to war
I wanna good team alongside me like my forefathers before
I wanna good man when the bugle sounds and I hear them cannons roar
I wanna be with the UTC if they send me off to war
I wanna reinforce a Volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least launch the AT HEAT they'll remember loud and long
Courageous the 1st, we will take their worst, our positions we hold stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted senior's mouths
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our redoubts overrun
There were them that said we were barely fed and God were we outgunned
Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance for a close range chance while the cowards fire their guns
A soldier keen, who loves a carbine and a Son of Arbreton
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a Comp'nyman
Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back from this very attack and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be with the UTC if I must go off to war
I wanna be with the UTC, but I won't go home no more