My Father, My Brother
There’s a war goin’ on outside so stay inside. You did your time of ride or die and you survived so now it’s my time to shine. I too crossed that line of civilian when I stepped into that buildin’ to swear in. I am your son and your brother, your son by blood and your brother with America as our mother.
As your son you raised me to be confident and strong…after my very first Oorah our lives sang a new song.
Boot camp helped me understand you and the hell that you’ve been through, though I’ve only scratched the surface at an intermediate level. You’ve always been my role model; I’ve always wanted to be just like you. I didn’t think it was possible but I have even more respect for you.
As my father you was the man with the plan to take his fam. to the land of heavenly bliss with God guiding’ his hands.
As my brother you are the reason that my heart keeps on beatin’ cause your hard work gave inspiration to this younger generation.
You fought for this nation without any hesitation. That’s why you’re my motivation to catch the dreams that I’m chasin’.
A leader and a teacher, my mom’s warrior in a lover. I am honored to have you as my father and my brother.
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