I can feel it.
It pounds in my blood,
Resides in my very being.
I've taken the oath,
Signed on the dotted line.
I am a soldier now.
If I should die,
Bring me home.
Lay me to rest in a field dotted with willows.
Hand my flag to my sweetheart.
Give my insignia to my mother.
Tell my brother I'm in a better place.
Bury me with my rifle.
But most importantly,
Never forget.
Remember what I stood for.
The people I helped.
Because,
That structures my legacy.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
I can feel it.
It pounds in my blood,
Resides in my very being.
I've taken the oath,
Signed on the dotted line.
I am a soldier now.
If I should die,
Bring me home.
Lay me to rest in a field dotted with willows.
Hand my flag to my sweetheart.
Give my insignia to my mother.
Tell my brother I'm in a better place.
Bury me with my rifle.
But most importantly,
Never forget.
Remember what I stood for.
The people I helped.
Because,
That structures my legacy.
