Why do we always venture off to war? I fear not, for I am from fighting stock The blood of my race has me pace the floor For it ought to be me to walk that walk

My son, not asked, answered his country's plea He didn't wait for them to come to him Pride swells strong in the deepest part of me His thought didn't come simply as a whim

A good soldier always does what he's told And faithfully goes where others have trod My boy will come through and live to be old He's entrusted into the hands of God

Thank You Father, for the life of my son Keep him safe at the setting of the sun