Honor, Duty, Country.
A line borrowed from another.
A tattooed line,
On the arm of a Brother.
Without Honor there is nothing.
Without Honor we are dead.
Where ice-cream is eaten,
Or the blood runs red.
To be there.
To carry your load.
To hack it.
To pay debts owed.
Pain is temporary.
Honor is forever.
Not meant for gain.
Not used as a lever.
Honor thy Father.
Honor thy Mother.
Honor your Country.
There is no other.
No lie, or fakeness,
Your word is your bond.
Given in love,
To it you respond.
Honor, Duty, Country.
Your heart on your sleeve.
Times to laugh.
Times to grieve.
True to your code.
A call from the past.
Given as a youth,
By men to last.
So easy really.
Pure, simple pride.
Strength from the past,
On which you relied.
Honor, Duty, Country.
Words tempered and cast.
Honor, Duty, Country.
Words from the past.
They rest in me still.
Carved on my heart.
Loyal forever,
“Until death we do part.”
Honor, Duty, Country,
Echo down the halls.
Honor, Duty, Country,
The memory recalls.
Days of sun.
Days of wind.
Days of bliss.
Days where sinned.
Honor, Duty, Country.
These things remain true.
When Honor called,
There were a few.
When Duty called,
To stand the line,
Honor said,
“That Duty is mine.”
When Country called,
Honor and Duty replied,
“It’s ours to do”,
Each side-by-side.

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