Memorial
Memorial
It’s where I’ve fallen and where I lay:
Ashes to ashes, cradle to grave.
Dust to dust and cold as clay.
Where stone is chiseled and caskets draped,
Where rifles volley and “Taps” is played,
With a farewell salute, lest we die in vain.
Thirteenfold Old Glory, bold and free.
“Oorah! My friend, the war is over for me.
Cover me, and let me rest in peace.”
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Note:
The military forces of the United States of America consist of six branches:
the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, and Coast Guard.
Oorah: United States Marine Corps battle cry.
Hooah: United States Army, Air Force, and Space Force battle cry.
Hooyah: United States Navy and Coast Guard battle cry.
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