A pair of a dusty boots
At 45° in front of an M16.
The rifle has been rooted
Barrel first in the sand.
On the **** of the rifle sits a helmet
A shade of yellow that matches the dunes.
On that helmet there is a name
Of a soldier, patriot and hero
Who was lost today.
And soon I will stand,
Wearing a pair of those boots,
With a matching rifle in my hands.
The only difference is the name on my helmet.
I will grit my teeth,
And promise not to cry when witnessing this scene.
But I will.
I will defend these United States of America,
From all threats,
Foreign and domestic.
I will honor those before me.
And avenge those lost.
So help me God.