Treasure Island

Richard Netherland Cook


A Band Of Brothers


They are a band of brother's,
Who risk their lives for others,
They who choose to answer the call,
Stand up for country and give their all.

They fight and die so others live,
How much more can they give?
The young, the old, all want to be free,
But they die in wars for you and me.

Men and women, strong and brave,
Defend the freedom they fight to save,
American heroes tried and true,
Honor the flag of red, white and blue.

A band of brothers, who stand and fight,
March into battles for what is right,
Some come home, some do not,
But none should ever be forgot.

They stand tall and walk the line,
Fight the wars for all mankind,
The band of brothers pass the test,
For American always sends her best.

Richard Netherland Cook

Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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