Beneath the stars they march in line,
With courage firm and hearts benign.
Through rain and storm, they press ahead,
In silence, where no fears are shed.

The whispered prayers of those they leave,
Echo in dreams on sleepless eves.
In foreign lands, with valor bright,
They stand as guardians in the night.

The tales of old, they carry strong,
Of battles fierce where they belong.
Through dust and fire, they forge their way,
In hopes to see a peaceful day.

For every soldier’s steadfast vow,
A promise made, a sacred vow.
To guard the world with honor true,
Until the skies once more turn blue.