Like the bond of a child to its mother
Veterans feel as no other
Because of them I can write these words
Because of them my voice can be heard.
It’s great to live in a land that’s free
March in parades, pray on bended knee
These are mine to do as I choose
Without freedom these rights I’d lose.
Like magnets that attract the steel
The brotherhood of veterans is oh so real
Togetherness, one common bond
United they stand
Hand in hand
Across this land
This band of brothers.
©Copyright November 2004 by Janet Rattay