There are soldiers in many places For some, we're allowed to see their faces For others, are required to stay hidden and do the orders that they are bidden. If a known, brave soul's life comes to pass we're told who he is and that he's home at last If a hidden one dies while he's doing the plan he's known only to his family and not the average man. He's on a covert mission, so we are told He died a soldiers way, and his life was bold He's a hero to us, in each and every way, because he died protecting the U.S. of A.
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I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of birds in circled flight,
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
A Vietnam chopper pilot to his son. Jim