Basic Soldier

Notfor glory, fame or fortune,

Notfor gratitude or praise

Thebasic soldier serves in silence

Witha watchful steely gaze.

 

Nota slave to needless causes,

Justa cog on grinding gear that

Keepsthe locomotive charging forward

Withoutdoubt or fear.

 

Somemay speak of God and country,

Friendsand family, hearth and home,

Butwhen the bombs of battle rage

Thesoldier never stands alone.

 

Brothersbold and sisters stoic,

Bandedby a single bond,

Singthe same brave song of freedom

Marching,marching ever on.

 

Hailand greet the basic soldier.

Millionsnow, millions then,

Millionswhen their cause is noble.

Shallwe see their like again?