Wake to gunshots like an alarm,
Another day in foreign lands,
Enemies who mean to do us harm,
The lives of my men in my hands.

Pinned down by bullets zipping by,
Always the first in the fray,
With help from the lord up high,
I will live to see another day.

All I can think of is the call from my wife,
While casings rain down from my gun,
She said don’t you dare waste your life,
Any day we are going to have a son.