What have our sons gone off to do?
They have left to fight a war for you,
And risk their lives on a distant shore,
Like our fathers did years before.
Some will return and some will die,
History will judge as time goes by,
Whether it was a just cause to fight,
That caused our mothers to cry at night.
Precious lifeblood spilled on the sand,
In a lonely God forsaken distant land,
It is not for them to question why,
Their duty calls to fight and die.
These brave young men with bright clear eyes,
Honor bound shout battle cries,