In a land full of sarrow, In a land full of toil;
In a land where nothing grows in the soil.
Each day you went out and fought for your life;
Knowing each shot was to save a man from strife.
You carried your room and your clothes on your back;
Missing home comforts you knew you would lack.
Sleeping in silence or sleeping in rain;
Sometimes not sleeping because of your pain.
The leader you knew had to be very strong;
Knowing where to send you but not knowing how long.
The roads you travelled seemed endless in sight;
For when you got off them you then had to fight.
You raised up your rifle and loaded late night;
Took aim at another and with one shot ended a life.
The night seemed so endless, so cold and so cruel;
Writing letters home often used your lamp fuel.
A new day comes downing and its back to the grind;
Knowing your motto, "Leave no man behind".
Fighting day in, and fighting day out;
First having rain, then dealing with drought.
Alot of our men come back as a whole;
Some lost their minds, but atleast kept their souls.
Others lost their lives for you and me;
Thank you veterans, now and forever, for making me free.
