Three wars, one conflict,
fight for what is right!
Came upon a flying eagle in flight;
an air lift of greatest height.
Give US freedom,
a kind that lasts
for troops who crawled along savage jungles,
deserts, seas, and paths, thirsting for their lives -
while at home were family, friends and wives.
They made it back, all in one piece,
describing horrors, yet all about victories;
now the challenge,
hopefully their optimizism will be avenged,
not ever again to feel alone.
(Hold the faith. Know that you are loved!)
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