Remember how important "high ground" always was,
and how we fought to hold it, despite the bullet's buzz?
Now you hold new high ground, far away and high.
Do you watch down on us still here, from high ground in the sky?
And I'll be along directly, my brother and my friend.
I'll help you hold the high ground; new lands will we defend.
I'll have your back, my brother, and you'll be there for me.
Just like so many other times, fighting to be free.
So many now don't understand the sacrifice, the cost.
Have they so soon forgotten? Is honor truly lost?
And I'll be along directly, my brother and my friend.
I'll help you hold the high ground; new lands will we defend.
Yet now we see the new breed, warriors brave and true.
They do us proud; they remember those like me and you.
I know they make you glad, these young ones in the fight.
They keep the pledge to freedom, to honor, and the right.
So I'll be along directly, my brother and my friend.
I'll help you hold the high ground; heaven's lands will we defend.(In loving memory of PVT Peter Borsay, and the rest of the 53,000.) |
