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 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.
......