A Higher Call

Regardless of your politics, they deserve respect.

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?