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Soldier laying in a grassy field.
Nation’s pride and nation’s zeal.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Rosemary and too little thyme
Duty called, honor sublime.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Served this land and he served it well.
Left Midwest life and shipped to hell.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Afghanistan and they’re pinned down.
Mortar fire all around.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Taliban took out point. Too many friends taking rounds
Tracer bullets that were flying all around.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Saw his friends die that day.
Did not surrender, did more than pray.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Guinta soldier taught to fight.
He did that with all his might.
Mama cried.
And fallen comrades he did protect.

Earned Medal of Honor holding AK
His thought was the lives to save.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

Brennan’s life sergeant did save.
Ran through hell, escaped the grave.
Mama cried.
On your chest is our nation’s glad lament.

When he was safe and returned.
Prosaic words with strength of poem
Guinta cried.
“I’m not at peace with that at all”

Soldiers die
Soldiers die
And with valor the great ones do inspire

Soldiers die
Soldiers die
And with valor the great ones do inspire

Soldier laying in a grassy field.
Nation’s pride and nation’s zeal.
All our lives
Actions that you took tells us of what you are comprised
Actions that you took tells us of what you are comprised
Actions that you took tells us of what you are comprised

Green Beret

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