Blood Upon The reisers is een Amerikaanse parachutist lied uit de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Het wordt gezongen door de Verenigde Staten 82nd Airborne Division, de Verenigde Staten 101st Airborne Division, de 173e Airborne Brigade en de 4e Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) van de 25e Infanterie Divisie, en de 120e CTS (Verenigde Staten). Dit nummer heeft de hoofdrol op de televisie miniserie Band of Brothers en de video game Brothers in Arms, en ook genoemd in het boek van Donald Burgett's : Currahee: Een Screaming Eagle in Normandië. Sung op de melodie van "The Battle Hymn van de Republiek", het lied vertelt over de laatste sprong van een parachutist wiens parachute niet werkt. Dit resulteert in hem gedaald tot zijn dood.
Leden van de Verenigde Staten militairen die deelnemen aan de United States Army Airborne School in Fort Benning, Georgia zijn soms nodig zijn om de teksten als onderdeel van hun opleiding onthouden.
Het wordt betwist of het koor "Gory, Gory" of "Glory, Glory" net als de originele "Battle Hymn van de Republiek ', zegt. [Nodig citaat] Omdat het lied vaak gezongen op een schreeuwen, is het moeilijk te onderscheiden of er is in feite een "L" geluid wanneer het wordt gezongen. Het meest waarschijnlijk, echter, moet het 'Gory' vanwege de relatie van het woord heeft met de rest van de song (die ongeveer een parachutist die naar de aarde te wijten aan twee defecte parachutes).
Chorus He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright, He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight; He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar, "You ain't gonna jump no more!" (CHORUS) Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, he ain't gonna jump no more! "Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up, Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up; He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked, And he ain't gonna jump no more. (CHORUS) He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock, He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop, The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs, And he ain't gonna jump no more. (CHORUS) The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones; The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground. And he ain't gonna jump no more. (CHORUS) The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind; He thought about the medics, and wondered what they'd find, And he ain't gonna jump no more. (CHORUS) The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild, The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled, For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed, And he ain't gonna jump no more. (CHORUS) He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT" his blood went spurting high, His comrades were all heard to say "A hell of a way to die!" He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, And he ain't gonna jump no more. (CHORUS) (langzaam, plechtig, ongeveer de helft van de snelheid van de andere verzen) There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute, Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit, He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots, And he ain't gonna jump no more Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, And he ain't gonna jump no more!