For our Brothers-in-arms who come home .. but die.

[MUROFSMRA]

~~ Our Warriors Are Dying ~~
Survived the iridescent tongue
of battle. Now No longer young;
"Obey!" Obedient, we went,
no thought to waver or relent,
although our hearts might be fainting:
rice quagmire, desert storms, we wrung
our victory. Now see, one-by-one
at solitary battlement
our Warriors are dying!
Don't call it "error", or say, "It's wrong",
let 'LIBERTY AND JUSTICE' be sung.
Taught unfamiliar thoughts, intent,
learned strange emotions, conscience all bent,
'though home, in solitary throng,
Our Warriors Are Dying.