To Those Who Fought for Us

Far out in the desert He heard it's cry
'Twas sick and helpless and ready to die
'Twas sick and helpless and ready to die
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Hold back my fingers, let loose the waves
O, guard the mind from what it craves

Soldier! Straight your bended knee
And do what others ask of me:
Destroy the foe, unleash your fire
Protect the freedoms we desire

Go off to war, though not your own
And seize the victory alone
Go battle men, the brazen kind
And leave your fears and tears behind

Go calm the seas! Patrol the air!
Be present here and everywhere,
March on! The thunders hear you roar
And knock upon that sullen door
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And knock upon that sullen door
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Put on your Dress, arrayed in gold
As mem'ries that are never old
Put on your medals and decoration
As one salutes, so too a nation