November 13, 2010
Walking out into the battle field
Holding your guns and wearing your green
Gazing into the sky
For things that are unseen

You think one last thought of your brothers and sisters
The fate that may take them
Who knows, that fate maybe yours to
Doing what you once condemned

Dirt and debris flying in pieces
Sounds of bombs and guns and screams
Even when you go to sleep
You can hear them in your head it seems

We appreciate what you do
You protect us from all the fiends
And from the scary and horrible sights
That we consider unseen

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