As a little boy I was taught to never give up.
To hold the door for my elders,
and to look every man in the eye.
My father taught me how to shave and how to drive.
My father was there the nights I struck out.
Molding me into the man I am now.
They called him back the other day.
As I watched my father pack.
A tear rolled down my face
my father was going away.
Phone calls just aren’t enough.
As I gave my father one last hug.
I watched my father walk off.
One day the phone calls stopped.
And I never saw my fathers face again.
Men and woman leave their lives behind,
to go fight on the front lines.
Serving and protecting our rights.
As they die one at a time.
Never do they ask for anything in return
just that they come home.