By Andrew R. Duckworth
Taking your bag, your helmet, and rifle,
Holding fast to liberty
And what it means for country,
Never giving up when stakes are high,
Keeping promises made to a nation…
Alone but with brothers…
Voting, speaking, comfort in general,
Every convenience we have
Thanks to the one who has our back
Everyday, as we’re in air conditioned rooms,
Running water and electricity,
And we take it all for granted.
Never asking for thanks, but I’ll give it.