He is my unsung Hero.
I don't want to go So his heart says Wife behind Children behind When called he dares not answer When he leaves, Whatever troubles him, is up to him His mouth is sealed Hearts are saddened Give and he follows Fight with his life Lose close ones when finished Shoes dirty Cloths dirty Still he smiles When ' dies he is honored A bullet in the air As a wine for him (for the brotherhood'cheers) Proud. That's why He is my unsung hero.
