The road to get here was long and full of danger
With every step I was in the land of the stranger
Never did I shirk my duty or go along for the ride
I wore my uniform with purpose, love and pride
It was during this service soldiers died by my hand
An enemy who would seek, to usurp my homeland.
I travelled far for my country my people my flag
And not once have I ever thought reason to brag
To see what my forefathers achieved for my life
Was reason enough to train toil and ease strife
In countries which the language I do not know
I fight an often unseen and unyielding foe
It is with pride I travelled so far and wide
To ensure the flag would fly by my side
In many theatres of war I have discharged my gun
And the comrades I have made are my only fun
I travel now on two wheels of spokes and steel
But nothing will ever destroy the pride I feel
So on this most special of days don’t fret for me
Think of the soldiers that died to ensure you stay free!
Copywrite: Graeme Hawke January 2013
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