His breath is short
As he runs for his life
He's wishing he was still at the fort
And prays he'll return home to his wife
He has a newborn baby
A little boy he may never see
Because he may die for his country
The land of the brave, home of the free
The sand is everywhere
With not a patch of grass
He wishes his front lawn was there
And yearns for his tour of duty to pass
He hopes the people know
That even without their praise
He would give all of his tomorrows
So they could have all of their todays