My Flag,
Draped over this
          Box,
makes my mother cry,
my father cringe,
my friends mourn,
          But,
I do not.
This was my choice,
This is my life.
I gave it,
     in defense,
of an ideal I believe in.
I gave it,
     for my children.
I gave it,
     for the men still,
           climbing those mountains,
struggling to fight,
     an enemy disguised as a civilian.
My son will never know me,
  My daughter will have a faint recollection,
and My wife will always cry,
    when My Flag,
          Flies,
Proud and Bold,
Every Fourth of July.