He is a regular person.
Just like you, and just like me.
Except his job is to protect our country.
He listens to Rock N' Roll and rap,
But today, it's gunfire.
Fights every battle until the war is won.
He is a warrior.
Honor is how he is wired.
“He is one of the few, the proud, the brave,
That keeps this country free.
He will adapt and overcome.
He is now a brother to others,
Among the elite.
He pays the price for our freedom,
So that life, we can enjoy.
Pain and fear do not exist.
Beardless or not he is no boy.
He is our Hero.”
He was never good at spelling,
But in 30 seconds his riffle is stripped.
Obeying orders without question,
No hesitation or urge to quit.
He used to wear his ball cap tilted to the right.
His soul is now among men.
That boy I grew beside is no more,
A man overnight.
He digs foxholes and latrines.
He will swim, run, or fly.
He is ready and proud to shake your hand.
Looking you straight in the eye.
“He is one of the few, the proud, the brave.
That keeps this country free.
He will adapt and overcome.
He is now a brother to others,
Among the top elite.
He pays the price for our freedom,
So that life, we can enjoy.
Pain and fear do not exist.
Beardless or not, he is no boy,
He is our Hero.”
He has learned to use his hands as weapons,
And his weapons as hands.
One nation, under God, for him, we stand.
He asks for nothing in return,
Our admiration is enough.
Remember him, always...
For he has earned our respect with his BLOOD.
About the Creator
Erica Arbogast
I am a song writer, A psychology student, (RTR!) A mom, A US Marine's sister, A known war Artist and a Police officer's daughter, a Preacher's granddaughter.
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