Silently these soldiers stand
each holding a flag in his hand
Shoulder to shoulder they stand tall
together they form an alabaster wall
Here in this place, even the wind is mute
the only sound, twenty-one gun salute
A lone piper brings a tear to my eye
as the mournful notes of Taps floats by
I look at the man closest to me
he took up his post in seventy-three
Answered the call of his Uncle Sam
earned his place here in Viet Nam
"Hey mom, who is this one?"
I see another mother's son
First Lieutenant Malcolm Keach
came here by way of Normandy Beach
There within the fresh turned soil
Young PFC Patrick Doyle
he joins them now, the newest man
after serving his time in Afghanistan
At attention forever they'll be
reward for defending you and me
They were willing to make the sacrifice
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