When you go out for a drink,
What is it that you never think?
Do you ever stop half way through,
And have a moment for those that fight for you.

Do you ever raise your glass high,
For those that fight and die?
The ones that made that vow,
And for those that are fighting now.

I have my moments of contemplation,
To fill that place with no sensation,
Once a day, quiet or loud,
For the boys that make me proud.