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He Ran Toward What Others Fled | That Others May Live – Original Tribute Song

▮▮▮ Genre: Country/Rock Tribute Anthem 🎵 Song/Lyrics by Mona Vogele 🎧 Human-directed music production by Mojo Studio, using innovative AI-assisted tools This song is for my brother, Mike. And for every United States Air Force Pararescue—active duty and veteran—who ran toward the worst day of someone else’s life. Pararescue isn’t about glory. It’s about going back when others can’t. Dropping into chaos. Carrying what’s broken. And doing it quietly—because the mission isn’t recognition. It’s survival. “That Others May Live” isn’t just a motto. It’s a decision made in seconds, under fire, in water, in mountains, in darkness—when turning away would be easier, and staying costs more than anyone will ever know. This song is a thank-you. A reckoning. A reminder that some forms of love wear boots and bleed in silence. To the PJs who served. To those still serving. To the families who carried the weight when the uniform came home tired. This is for you. [Verse 1] War was raging, he was barely twenty When Uncle Sam came calling his name He said, If I’m heading into hell for this flag Then hell will damn sure remember my name. Sent from home to a world far away From the Mekong Delta to the PDJ A jungle hell under a monsoon sky He still strapped in — no doubts, no whys [Pre-Chorus] And they said: Son, it’s gonna get deadly But you were born for the heat of the fight. He just nodded and whispered steady: So that others may live tonight. [Chorus] He flew into thunder with wings on his chest Red smoke rising, no turning back The world never knew him, but his brothers do — Story hidden in ink, a battle-born tattoo He dove through hell to bring ‘em back He was grit in boots, courage intact A PJ flyin’ on Jolly Greens For the Red - the White - and the Blue [Verse 2] Blades of thunder, engines screaming, He dropped like justice from the sky A medic’s hands, steel in his spine Fought fire just to keep ‘em alive Stole his brothers from the devil’s grip, Pulled men from hell through smoke and flame. He didn’t care what the headlines said…. He did it for his brothers, never glory, or fame. [Pre-Chorus] And when he'd load the last one home. On that bird that freedom owned, The world kept spinning like it never knew But those he saved, they forever do. [Chorus] He flew into thunder with wings on his chest Red smoke rising, no turning back Through tracer rounds and twisted trees He brought them home on bended knees The world never knew him, but his brothers did The quiet storm, the warrior kid A PJ flyin’ on Jolly Greens For the Red - the White - and the Blue Mmmmmm, mmmmm [Verse 3] Decades passed, new wars ignite, Desert sand replaced the jungle’s night Same etched ink, same quiet fire On a new breed of PJ born for the fight From Fallujah’s smoke to the Afghan peaks, Where the thin air steals your breath The sons of the men who flew before Still ran straight into death [Bridge] Because courage doesn’t age or fade — It’s a legacy no man can trade Different war, same solemn vow: “If you call, I’m coming now.” [Final Chorus] He flew into thunder with wings on his chest A shadow warrior who gave his best He’s the unseen arm when the world goes black The fearless heart that always comes back The quiet storm, the warrior kid An American through and through A PJ riding on Jolly Greens Still bleeding for the Red - the White - and the Blue [Final Outro] From retired hands to boots brand new, If the call goes out — they’re coming through. Across the world and through the night, Every PJ knows…. freedom’s worth the fight. Two hundred fifty years, America stands tall, Same sworn hearts answer freedom’s call. So that others may live For America And the Red, White, and the Blue Mmmmmm, mmmmmm #mojostudio