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.