Travesties of war don’t come from the men and women that are dug into the holes of other lands trying to maintain their sanity fighting for a way of humanity.
The gravity of ill repute make soldiers refute the way our enemies tactics of fighting war and so more our fellow man that doesn’t stand be hide his countrymen fighting in foreign lands, do you not understand we are in Iraq and Afghanistan to protect our homeland.
To all my brethren wearing a uniform on watch never veer, look towards your peer understanding our fears as that sun disappears from the atmosphere.
Scan high scan low three hundred and sixthly degrees, and our enemies are sure to freeze and fall to their knees.
Written by James Brown
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