They march away with awesome might,
Brave men true , to meet the foe.
Their peek at hell just hours away,
By land, sea, and air they go.
Their banners high for all to see,
Cadence, smart, speaks firm intent.
Tie up the yellow ribbons tight,
The die is cast, they're hell bent.
They go with firmness in the right.
Standing tall, their future's stark.
They boldly go to find the fight,
Steadfast courage is their mark.
Lord, bring them back soon, safe and whole.
Back to those they mean the most.
To vigils kept with aching hearts,
While we stand our lonely post.