Shrieks and groans, silence and moans, the breaking of bones.
Scraping steel, blood falls like rain, falls on armor that’s already stained.
What is gained but our people’s faith, and a country sustained.
Flags in the wind with colors that live, for those colors their lives they give.
God’s light reflects off the infantry, smoke fills the horizon as far as the sea.
For God and country, and in sorrow known, the soldiers keep us free as they die alone.
The duty of men is warm and cold, to think of glory, or will they ever grow old.
Give them love and honor my friends, you know they always fight until the end.
Will they die in the mud or will they go home, it’s like a roll of the dice or a rolling stone.
Though they did not want to go, they would do it again in the sun and the snow.
All they ask for the fear and the pain, is that all they have done will not be in vain.                                     For all those who served through the ages, and who serve today. May God bless the best, the Christian Soldiers of the West.

By M@AmericaNook

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