Until the last drops of my blood
That falls onto the earth and becomes a mud
Upon that same earth others will tread
Then they will walk upon the blood that I bled.
A soldier I am from the blood that I bleed
It is my honor and my pride and also my creed
To defend and protect this one great nation
From enemies and foes and sadly not taxation.
I will fight and protect to my last breath
I will give my sweat and pain and also my death
My honor is for freedom and for democracy
I stand for the people and not for bureaucracy.
My allegiance and my oath is to my country
I was trained and taught to fight for the free
For the weak and the oppressed I will defend their right
If you take away freedom, I am ready to fight.
As a soldier I will be remembered until the day I die
In the ground with my flag I will gladly lie
And when Gabrielle blows his horn from God’s golden arch
Like all soldiers I will proudly stand up, and March.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem