“Forward,”
Their weight shifted right, they prepare for the command
Disciplined Soldiers bound by duty and land
“MARCH!”
Their very first step will be with their left
All faces blurred, no emotions expressed
Camouflaged by the patterns of coyote-brown, tan, and green
They were their Nations Big Green Fighting Machine
Heads held high and eyes staring forward
They took uniform steps until their next order
“Halt!”
The platoon stops and we can take a look closer
They are women and men, standing shoulder to shoulder
Tallest to shortest, all dressed to their right
Together they marched and volunteered to fight
Once concealed by their movements, we can now see clearer
Each Soldier is different and in fact they all differ
Different people and backgrounds make the web that was spun
Disguised in their uniforms, they all appeared as one
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Deenewshhkah Ess
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