Dedicated To: Winston H. Martin
As I ride along the sands of time, I find how precious life can be
Whenever soldiers, engage in wars, to fight for liberty
For me the loneliness job I'll ever have
Is being the commander of an Army Battalion, in the city they call Baghdad
In my short stay in the hell, which I've come to know so well
Death is just a heartbeat away, each second we're on patrol
I try to instill this thought in my troops, to keep them safe from harm
But every so often I've come to learn, it is of no avail
For when the sounds of a bomb explodes, it shatters the dreams we have
Of what is yet to come and unfortunately will never be
At the end of a sadden day, I'll weep with tears in the duty which lies to me
In the letters I'll write to Mothers, Fathers, and wives the ones who are left behind
Each day I prepare our soldiers, for the orders that come our way
And each time I pray no harm will come, from this evil that's so abound
But as the commander of this unit, I need to make this clear
The bravest men, and women I know, are serving our nation well
One day I'll know, peace will come and our troops will head for home
And we'll remember they gave their best for God and country
As only soldiers can
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
December 28, 2006