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Proudly I stand
and hold the flag, while these young soldiers head off to the sand. With grief I stand and hold the flag, while honoring this hero who died in the sand. With tears streaming I hold the flag, while his young son screams "I want my Dad!" With respect I stand and hold the flag, an honor and a privilege my duty without end.
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