He said, “Son,

Have you see the world?

Well, what would you say

If I said that you could?

Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”

I said, “That sounds pretty good.”

Black leather boots

Spit-shined so bright

They cut off my hair but it looked alright

We marched and we sang

We all became friends

As we learned how to fight

A hero of war

Yeah that’s what I’ll be

And when I come home

They’ll be damn proud of me

I’ll carry this flagTo the grave if I must

Because it’s flag that I loveA

nd a flag that I trust