Veterans Day
A combat units living hell
Roger that, over, out, that smell
Don't mean nothin', monsoon rain,
Red mud, Kilo Mike Alpha, plane
And simple, Foxtrot Yankee, well,
It's every day in a Vets cell
Of memories, heros blood, tell
Them all, do not dare to profane
Veterans Day!
No matter how long, time won't quell
The sounds that rockets, bombs, death spell.
Yet Freedom rings where their names reign,
Sgt. MacKenzie words refrain,
Stand and salute those personnel
Veterans Day!
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