This is to every Canadian and US soldier that has put there life on the line, defending our countries.
Thank you all for being in the fight to keep our enemies awake at night.
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Marching orders.
We see you down there, in the valley killing for your home.
Why though do you wish to die when you stand alone?
How do you sleep at night knowing what you've done?
Why is every tour "Just this last one"?
When you come back, who do you see?
Your CO or your family?
I miss you my soldier, I want you home.
For I cannot bare to be alone.
For should you die by your enemies hand.
Forever at your grave I shall stand.
You are not alone, what ever you feel.
You have made brothers and you are forged in steel.
You wear that uniform tall and with pride.
You bring fear and death to the enemies eyes.
You wade your way through bodies piled high.
What you saw out there was not a lie.
I see in your eyes the pain and sadness.
Both will eventually turn to madness.
You no longer see my face or hear my voice.
You did what you had to. You had no choice.
You may lash out you may attack.
But i will ride with you to hell and back.
Thank you all for being in the fight to keep our enemies awake at night.
______________________________________________________________________
Marching orders.
We see you down there, in the valley killing for your home.
Why though do you wish to die when you stand alone?
How do you sleep at night knowing what you've done?
Why is every tour "Just this last one"?
When you come back, who do you see?
Your CO or your family?
I miss you my soldier, I want you home.
For I cannot bare to be alone.
For should you die by your enemies hand.
Forever at your grave I shall stand.
You are not alone, what ever you feel.
You have made brothers and you are forged in steel.
You wear that uniform tall and with pride.
You bring fear and death to the enemies eyes.
You wade your way through bodies piled high.
What you saw out there was not a lie.
I see in your eyes the pain and sadness.
Both will eventually turn to madness.
You no longer see my face or hear my voice.
You did what you had to. You had no choice.
You may lash out you may attack.
But i will ride with you to hell and back.
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