When in the stir of the battle,
there comes a time
where the hero falls,
to the slaughter of his cattle.

How a hero falls
down to his knees,
to tired to fight,
no amount of will to bring him from his
knees.

How a hero falls,
with a great big thud,
and how pitiful the sound,
as they are buried under mud.

They cry in anguish,
the people once so proud,
as the hero has fallen,
and sees the coming shroud.

Let it be,
this hero of old,
that even as they fall,
a magnificent story was told.

But let it not be,
for when an angel is to weep,
that down from heaven comes,
the tears for us to keep.

The angels cry,
and embrace one another,
as they see the loss,
of a valiant noble brother.

Angels weep at the cruelty of it all,
angels weep at the bloodshed,
they weep when a hero falls.

A hero is no more
than a man like you or me,
a here is no less,
than anyone who wants to be.

A hero is made out of the strands of humility,
and are tested through tribulation,
and speaks with sincerity.

A hero is,
was
and forever will be,
those who put others before themselves,
those who are willing
to bend their knee.

An angel will weep
in joy that day,
when they find another hero
whose life has  little longer to stay.

The angels will sing
of unsung victories,
and sometimes they'll fall,
and lend a hand,
any time they so well please.

But God forbid,
we raise the dead,
for they've earn their rest
for they've done their best,
isn't it time we allow them this bed?

Under the ground
buried nice and deep,
under the ground,
their bones to keep.

For the heroes of old,
were just flesh and bones,
they lived, fought, and died like us,
their grave are marked,
if they're lucky,
at least by stone.

So a cheer for the living,
and a drink to the dead,
we sing with the angels,
with hopes to be with them
instead.

Aye, even heroes fall
down to their knees,
and the angels shall weep
to fill the seas.

Even so
when they lay here in this plot,
these are my brothers
and they're all I've got.

They fought and fought,
they gave their all,
to pay the price of freedom,
freedom they sought.
For us.

They keep us free,
ever single night
they do it while we sleep,
as they do not,
and are placed on standby
ready to fight.

But now they may sleep
the sleep of the dead,
forever at rest,
under the earthy bed.

Ah my brothers,
how I miss you so,
it was a shame to see
the way you had to go.

NAMES CHANGED FOR RESPECT AND PRIVACY:

Daniel
How you used to laugh at everything you saw,
how you volunteered for every job,
and how you thought you were such a great cowboy,
and even added the sweet yee-haw!

Matthew
It's been too long,
you held the squad together,
so I'm told
as you made it through the valley of hell,
without you, there'd been no team,
I hope you're doing alright,
you frickin leather neck.

Jason
How I hoped to have been you one day,
it's so sad now for all of us,
you couldn't stay.
You had two years left.
Two!
Life's a ***** sometimes,
and so is Death.
But that's what happens,
when you start placing bets.

Arnold
Ah the heart of gold,
and your soul to God,
you're such the geek,
and still a trooper,
great job,
you ner vod.

And so many others,
that I've known
and lost.
All for the sake
of paying the cost.
Of Freedom.

So sleep well my fellow Americans,
and look well upon
our fellow veterans.
Thank a vet for all that they do,
because of them,
you can be
you.

We owe them at least that much
a thank you,
if not more,
that we don't have anyone worse
showing up at our door.

Thank also the police,
for the lack of anarchy,
and think again
the next time you loose
your precious car key.

A minor inconvenience
compared to,
all of those
who serve
the same
God Blessed,
Red. White. And Blue.

Amen.