Posted by: notsofancynancy | November 8, 2014

8th of November Documentary

Early on in their career Country Duo, Big and Rich spent some time in Deadwood South Dakota. In fact most of the songs on their first album were written there. While there they met Niels Harris and heard his tale of being in Vietnam. Niels was sent overseas with the 173rd Airborne and found himself and fellow soldiers in the middle of a jungle and ambushed by 1200 enemy soldier out numbering his unit three times. According to Deadwood Mountain Grand,”

Just 19, Niles was assigned to the Army’s 173rd Airborne Brigade. On November 5, 1965, he and his fellow soldiers of C Company landed in Vietnam’s War Zone D near Bien Hoa. Three days later, on the 8th of November, B and C Companies found themselves in a fierce battle with 1,200 Viet Cong soldiers equipped with machine guns, claymores and sniper rifles.

At the end of the battle, 48 Americans and more than 400 Viet Cong were dead. Many more U.S. soldiers were wounded, including Niles. His right leg, from knee to hip, was hit by machine gun fire.

Here is Big and Rich’s 8th of November Documentary

Join me in Honoring Niles Harris 173rd Airborne and the tragedy that happened on the 8th of November 1965. This is their story. Let us never forget!

Here are the Lyrics

{Hello, I’m Kris Kristofferson On November 8th, 1965, the  173rd Airborne Brigade on Operation Hump War Zone D in Vietnam were ambushed by  over 1200 V.C.Forty-eight American  soldiers lost their lives that day}

{Severely wounded  and riskin’ his own life, Lawrence Joel, a medic Was the first livin’  black man since the Spanish-American War To receive the United States Medal of Honor For savin’ so many lives in the midst of battle that  day}

{Our friend, Niles Harris,  retired 25 years, United States Army The guy who gave Big Kenny his top hat Was one of the wounded who lived This song is his story}

{Caught  in the action of ‘kill or be killed ‘”Greater  love hath no man than to lay down his life for a friend”}

Said goodbye to his mamma
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White, and Blue.
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do.

He was dropped in the jungle
Where the choppers would rumble
With the smell of napalm in the air.
And the sergeant said, “Look up ahead”

Like a dark, evil cloud
1,200 came down
on him and 29 more.
They fought for their lives
But most of them died
In the 173rd Airborne.

(Chorus)
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November.

Now he’s fifty-eight
And his ponytail’s grey
But the battle still plays in his head.
He limps when he walks,
But he’s strong when he talks
About the shrapnel they left in his leg.

He puts on a grey suit
Over his Airborne tattoo
And He ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen,
As he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears.

(Chorus)
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November.

Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965.

(Chorus)
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.

(Chorus)
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around,
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November.

The 8th of November
The 8th of November

He said goodbye to his mamma
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White, and Blue.
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do.

Read more: BIG & RICH – 8TH OF NOVEMBER LYRICS

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Responses

  1. Hey Nancy – nice to meet up with you again – imagine on the occasion of Remembrance Day approaching, eh? We still have our fathers in common. Those are some powerful lyrics that are in that passage. What a gift some have for being able to tap into these emotions, eh? Hope all is well with you – good to connect!

    • Hi! Stacey! So good to hear from you. I will never forget the interaction I had with your dad and how special you all made me feel. It has been a long journey for me but so worth it. I am now reposting Dad’s story updated with new pictures the families of the men who served with dad have shared. My collection has gone from the original 250 pictures from dad’s album to over 1300 images. Wow!

      Take care and thank you

      • Wow – you are good! I wish I had your ambition – am so much looking forward to seeing the photos – maybe I’ll try to do the same with Dad’s photos too! Thanks for the tip – I love photos as they do paint a much clearer picture.. grin. Nancy, you made my Dad feel very special – he only blogged for 3 months until he ran out of stories – but those 3 months were pretty darned special.

      • I am so glad I found him and was around for those three months. I remember how exciting his stories were for me. They really meant a lot I loved them. He is someone I will never forget. Thank you for sharing him with me.

      • LIkewise with your Dad, Nancy!

  2. Thank you Nancy. Thank you.


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