With an old-fashioned love of the red, white and blue,
Soldiers raise their right hand for the job they’re to do.
Then loved ones at home say goodbye with a sigh,
For they know that the price of the oath can be high.
The days can bring loneliness and far-away places,
Even fighting for peace in some dark unknown spaces.
And if for freedom they give up their life,
We should forego the endless political strife;
And honor a love of the red, white and blue,
That went into the fire and proved to be true.