As soldiers we roam, longing for home.
Awaiting the day when we're able to leave, the gunfire and horrors of war shall we grieve.
The sand and wind spirals scratchy and coarse, this desolate tract showing no remorse.
The sounds of mortar blasts fill our ears, the cry of metal and men in tears.
Our comrades in arms fighting side by side, courageous and fierce, we will survive.
We must battle, we must succeed, we must return to the love of the families we need.
HOOAH we cheer as we advance without fear, drawing strength from the ones in our hearts we hold dear.
By Cavalry
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