Diploma in hand, cap on his head;
how was he to know in a month he'd be dead?
Family's so proud, they know he did right;
how were they to know for this he'd give his life?
Gun in hand, doesn't know how to shoot;
better shape up before they give him the boot.
Sergeant's so mad, all he does is yell;
just out of high school and already in Hell.
Hat in hand, at the end of the day;
finally made it, though for this he will pay.
Weapons in hand, tools of destruction;
so hectic out here, barely time to function.
Death in hand, and it's his turn to deal;
so scared and lost, but his feelings he'll conceal.
Hand in hand, with another man too;
the boys back home wouldn't get what he's gone through.
Blood on his hands, it's his own this time;
looks like he's finally crossed that last thin line.
Heads in hands, as they lay him to rest;
Words can't describe this hero, Man at his best.

 
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