Men Of Honor

The blistering gritty sand 
Roaring blusters blustering 
Facing combat firsthand 
Friends and men flustering 
  
Hearing screams, whales, and panic 
Soldiers salute with their lives sold 
With their families across the Atlantic 
Their futures soon to be foretold. 
  
Before going into the line of fire 
Some kiss their crosses and dog-tags 
Even in the ceasefire 
You can see the red, white, and blue flags