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![]() The Old Guard… In Arlington our soldiers rest; They fought our wars for those oppressed. We honor them and share their grace – Pay tribute with a resting place… In recognition of their deeds We post our sentries – for all creeds; In admiration, soldiers come To volunteer with flag and drum. They march upon God’s hallowed ground; The Old Guard stands without a sound. Our sentinels for those now gone - They walk their walk along His lawn… As families gather in their grief They mourn their loss, yet find relief In knowing that the Old Guard’s there; To share – to safeguard – loved ones prayers…
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