The Heart of Purple

In the battles we have fought In the fields; of a far off land We took a stand; with a band Of brothers; trained and adroit In the ways of being the crusher In the fight at the front- Lines, to bolster and build; to bear the brunt Of all that an insurgent could muster With your brothers in arms; Side by side; in the convoys Of men and machines; all the epitome of the real McCoy And duty bound to stand in harm’s Way; in full battle rattle Head to toe; to extend one’s reach To stand and charge into the breach Onto that day’s field of battle For in the battle; we fight With and along; side our war-brothers; to the bitter end Hell bound on task to expend All rounds into all foes insight For upon, the day I was pinned Mine war-bitten heart is with the men Who were with me…and continue to be My brothers in arms…now and forever.