The men stood up proudly in a line,
Their boots moving to the time.
No hate nor fear
No falling tear.
Each soldier bravely goes
To live or die, he never knows.
Courage brothers, courage take
And never ever hate.
Obey the golden rule
And hate all that is cruel.
Marching to the time,
Our soldiers marching, line by line.
Men and women, sword in hand
Go off to foreign land
To make sure that freedom is for all
No matter where their duty calls.


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 483 AF.