Forever home, this is where they shall stay,
for they have earned it, every little bit of rest,
from now until the Rapture's Day.
Sixteen years, they have waited, to find their purpose,
a higher calling, than themselves
a goal worth proving, to succeed or else.
They were not brainwashed,
they were not manipulated by government, nor subtle hints,
nor were they under the influence,
of any kind of notorious and idiotic advisement.
They chose this route,
the route tougher than nails,
and hotter than Hell itself.
The way of the warrior.
To fight and defend,
to see victory as another day to live,
to assure freedom, shall never bend.
They who fought, with each breath,
hot and heavy bead of sweat,
gritted and ground teeth,
every broken and discolored nail.
They stood ready.
They stood.
They held their ground.
Securing our flanks, so that our enemy could not surround.
Now they rest,
as they well should,
if only they were treated the utmost respect,
as all man could.
Westburro Baptist Church, one of several protestors
against our dead, could you not leave us alone,
to our own morning instead?
You're arrogance has become your undoing,
it will be your end that the end of days shall be cluing!
Rest easy, warrior, as your brothers stand united,
rolling thunder, coming through,
rest easy, in the cool soft earth, dug out...just for you.
Rest easy, warrior, heart of the brave.
You have won the battle, and into an early grave.
You who gave all, we salute you once more,
we'll hear you laughing, as you toss the devils in Hell,
but we all know, you're just keeping safe,
our Heaven's door.
Now rest easy, At Ease, Marine, Poolie, Army, Navy, Airforce, and All.
You have given your answer to a crying call.
Rest easy, oh friend of mine, as I let the rainfall this sunny day,
rest easy, rest, as you may.
For you are now, forever home,
forever care-free, of being rich or poor,
forever resting,
forever more.
Oorah.
A major Salute to those who serve, and continue to serve in any branch of the military. There's never a day NOT to thank them of their service. From the lowliest poolie to the highest of generals.
