There is no song to sing on battlefields
past and present
The code was to serve for reasons their own
Whether it was for GOD or country, they went
with purpose and courage
Blood was spilled and life was sacrificed for
total strangers as well as countrymen
Their duty became their finest hour and history
would be made as lives both lost and found
carved the present
Through ramparts and barbwire, close combat
and desires, relentless was their cause
Upon leaving loved ones behind their most
treasured moment would be their goodbye
and hellos after their tours of duty
Those lost on the field of honor would be
remembered through presentations of distinguished
medals of honor, flags upon their caskets folded
delicately before the eyes of their survivors
Those who returned home were thankful to have
done so but more thankful to have served than to
be served
No one but the warriors of these times will know
of war that raged in and around them
Carnage is still breathed in many of them this day
No song to sing, no parades to celebrate their
misfortunes, just gratitude will do this day
They did not go to return to pomp and circumstance
They went to give you this day and tomorrow with
hope that this world will come to know peace one
day