Bless the day to hear your voice
Bless the hour to stay the course
Silence is so hard and cruel
Laughter is the only tool
Stand up straight, head held high
Gentle words from passersby
Proud I am to know the man
Proud I am to know that yes you can
Love so dear in my heart for you
Fighting for the red, white, and blue
Hours, days, weeks go by
Troubling news and rumors fly
Losses, injuries mount daily
These times good Lord are so crazy
Spinning blades of the engine jets
Come to a stop on the runway field
Feet touch the ground, pace, set
Check in their baggage, emotions yield
Lengthy checks abide and end
At last we see him through images mirrored
Now's the time to start again
Thankful, grateful, son, husband, friend
My son, my baby, my child, grown man

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