He goes by most rules,
No matter how cruel.
He lives his life for others,
Standing beside his brothers.
Taking so many chances,
With his life he dances.
On the swords fine edge,
On the cliffs sheer ledge.
One small mistake, one slip,
And the enemy empties his clip.
His honor, bravery, and determination,
Is what saves some poor nation.
One foot after the other,
Not really sure if he will take another.
He will not turn his back,
His silent courage never lacks.
For me, you, our neighbor,
They are our hero, our savior.
Doing a job I cannot,
Our freedom they bought.
His blood flooding the ground,
Their manhood earned or found.
To them I am so grateful,
So many are truly thankful.
I know no truer hero,
Soldier, no higher path to follow.
These shining knights who do us proud,
We shout thank you out loud.
Your lives you lie down for us,
Not just because you must.
You choose this life of hard work and pain,
Not many return the same, unbroken, or sane.
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