They pray in the battle fields
They fight to win for all;
They are our brave soldiers
They are always ready for a call.
They are far away from their
Wives and sweet children;
They can tolerate inclement
Weather as they are our iron men.
They fight to win, to save
Us from the guns of our foes;
Always ready to die for the nation
For them battlefield is a garden of rose.
We bow before you our
Soldiers for valor and bravery;
And pray to the Almighty for
Your happiness, safety and victory.
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