In the crucible of battle, soldiers stand as warriors,
Confronting death in the face of tragedy's shadow.
Fear of the inevitable becomes a futile pursuit,
For the departed find solace in a single demise.

On the day you don your helmet, secure your boots,
And proudly bear the flag upon your shoulder,
Your very essence becomes the ink of sacrifice,
A pledge to water the tree of liberty with your blood.

In this symphony of duty and valor,
Credence of a warrior echoes,
A testament etched in the annals of courage,
Where the currency is life, paid willingly for the people.