Oh mother dear,dear mother, I wish somehow you were here

To sing to me sweet lullabies and special childhood rhymes

To ease my hurt as the last ragged breaths tear through my chest

Never mind, I just dream of you and Dad in better times

I grasp and cling the blood wet sand of foreign land

While through the smoke and roar of hell I call a name

The name of the girl I loved and left so far behind

Who'll know at least her soldier didn't die in shame

A medic child too soon a man writes down my dying words

One hand holds a red soaked dressing to my chest

Deep down we both know though that it's far too late

My makers sent his angels and soon I'll enjoy my final rest

It's then I see our flag of glory, battered and ragged but held high

I smile to the medic hovering close and hear his heavy sigh

He helps me raise my right hand hand up to my forehead

So together we offer it one final salute in respect before I die.