He went to serve his country
Along with all his mates
He saw the pain and suffering
And the fickleness of fate
He was told it was his obligation
To protect us who remained at home
In the land to which he was stationed
From which our enemies come
He served with courage and devotion
With Professionalism and with skill
And suffered all the harsh emotion
That comes when mates are killed
And as he marches home once again
Tall with well earned pride
Of fighting well in endless war
He’s told he must be set aside
For fighting wars is very well
When only lives are lost
But when there is no profit gained
They are always too high a cost
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