Chin held high
Stand and salute
Tear-stained eyes
Offer tribute
the smell of gunpowder
Fresh in your mind
Bombs by the hour
Leave no fellow man behind
You try to be strong
Because that's what you know
But before too long
The guilt continued to grow
Why did I survive, you ask
While you are six feet down
He waited, with no answer back
And stood reverent, head bent down
A little girl walked up behind
And grabbed the military man's hand
Don't worry, Daddy, he'll be fine
He'll still protect this land
The man looked up into the sky
And breathed a silent prayer
Dear Lord, he asked with a deep sigh,
Take care of my brother up there
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