There you are a freshly shaved head
It's 0500 and you are sweating
Chanting a cadence that makes no sense to you
Thoughts of "What the hell have I done?"
Ringing in your head
Then before you know it you are done
Working on a future career
Giving no thought to running into the fire
Rather than running away
No Hesitation to jump into the fight
No matter what you might think to the contrary
When you finally come home
You hope someone will just say
Thank you, Soldier it meant the world to me.
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