Empty boots in the desert sand,
Remnants of a brave young man...
Two flags waving in the breeze,
Marine weeping falls to one knee...
Not old enough to buy alcohol,
Yet legal to die when duty calls...
The enemy's war has no rules,
Can't engage the cowardly fools...
Fight for strangers far away,
Leading their lives in a selfish daze...
Silver spoons and talking heads
Utter commands with no regrets...
Not for politics, elephants or mules,
Just proud to defend red white and blue...
Fight for God, right and family,
Costly blood shed against tyranny...
A widow cries in a darkened room,
Her heart breaks with aching gloom...
Left alone to teach their young son of his heroic roots,
He grows up to fill his father's empty boots.
"(C)" 2011 Leatherman
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