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My Hero, My Friend, My Brother.


The Army took my brother, and turned him into a man, As he learned how to fight, along with new commands. Bayonets and blood, letters and awards, The only thing that's changed, is his love for the sword. He fights for our freedom, and never accepts defeat. He is a trained American soldier, a savior's what it means. The Army took my brother, and turned him into a man, He is a hero of our country, my brother and my friend.
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