As I stand my post all through the night, br I think to myself about our very first fight. br As I crawl through the sand, br I think of when I get to hold your hand. br As I fire my weapon down range, br I think that I love to see you change. br As I march all through the day, br I think of all the things you love to say. br As I fight the enemy on the battlefeild, br I think how our love refuses to yeild. br As I duck behind trees for cover, br I think that you are the greatest lover. br As I clean the bay to make it look good, br I think that you are here where you should. br As I stab the enemy in the chest, br I think how much that you are the best. br As I get up before the morning sun, br I think no wait, I know that you are the one. br And as I die with no one around, br I know you'll hear the whisper of my sound.br br Kenneth Caron Jr.