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From the Ardennes Forest to Bastogne
so many soldiers have stood alone To save the world from a hungry foe To preserve the life we've come to know They lived and bled and loved and fell in places that all will know as hell We see their monuments and wonder why So many soldiers have to die For a tattered flag on a patch of ground So many lost, so few are found From Stalingrad to the Bataan Death March Those dreams remain within our hearts What is the purpose? What does it mean? Is it merely to preserve the American Dream? Or do we hear a higher call? So the many live the few must fall From Baghdad to the heart of Kabul We soldiers-at-arms heed a higher rule From the Ia Drang Valley to Khe San We soldiers-at-arms will carry on It's more about love and less about hate It's protecting the world from a tragic fate We soldiers-at-arms our loss, your gain Our mothers, sisters and fathers pain We soldiers-at-arms we bleed red too But if we won't do it who will? You?
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