Standing tall, brandishing his weapon, valiant and fierce
Terrified, angry, saddened, homesick
Still he wears a brave face for all those he loves.
This man is a true hero, also a scared little boy.
We owe our lives, our freedom, to him.
You'll never hear him complain, though terrifying nightmares wake him.
Still, he wears a brave face for all those he loves.
He stands tall, so handsome in his uniform, they're all so proud!
They're also afraid.
Afraid that when they kiss him goodbye it will be for the last time.
They love him so!
They don't know he hides the same fear.
Selfless, courageous, he wears his armor, his badge, his uniform, and never forgets his weapon.
He is a soldier, an officer, a fighter for freedom, a lover, a son, a brother in arms.
He has seen things you and I dare not imagine, and yet he still wears his brave face and never fails to offer a smile.
He is sad for humanity and has seen our evil firsthand, and he still tries to save us.
Tall he stands, so brave, so strong, brandishing his weapon to save the world.
There are but two things for certain.
I know I thank him, and I know I love him, even if I don't know him.
He is my hero, and he is yours.
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