On this day I look around,
My brothers are here, we stand our ground,
As fear and death lie all around, upon this field so gray,
What terrors will come, we brothers in arms?
So young so brave, we stand today to keep the faith of our fathers,
We get the call; we make the move, as young lions run with pride,
You pray to God and never stop, as hundreds have before me,
Then look around for sight or sound from friends we lost this day,
Tomorrow will bring the same as today with less of my brothers beside,
Will this be the day; I make my way to the cross, which is waiting for me.
gw
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