I for one whose been there,
know that it's not pretty.
To know the true horror,
and the suffering, what a pity.
I stand beside my brothers,
who suffer and toil each day.
and to keep them out of harms way,
each day for this I pray.
Yet knowing some will not return.
and some not quite the same.
I see how people soon forget,
but in my heart they will remain.
I know the cost that freedom is,
for each day I still recall.
The ultimate sacrifice that some give,
as all give some, and some gave all.
I see the people in the streets,
saying how this is all wrong, please stop
But because of our troops, both present and past,
these freedoms, this land you can't top.
But before you shout and call them names,
Remember, as each day I do.
That you have that right because of them,
I know this truth, but wonder, do you?
