In the dawn of morning, as the sun always rose to shine
In clouds of Glorious red, the ships all out at sea, in a line,
Raising their flags proudly, masts standing way up high.

It made my heart beat a little faster, looking toward the sky.
It made me proud of our Armies, and of our Sailors of blue.
Marine and Air Force, Captains, Sergeants, and PFC’s too.

It takes them all to win a war, and that with Gods help, surely did.
They kept our Country safe, or Japanese, not English, we might speak instead.
We’d sit around the fireplace at night, or a wood heater it might be . . .

Listening to the news about our guys, when they were out at sea.
Maybe some in enemy land, in a dug-out, ready and willing to die
For the Country and people they loved, all without a sigh.

They are the hero's of our Country; they should be honored here.
My brothers went, uncles, and a friend who died. They fought with cheer.
If sometimes morals were low, and no-one could force a smile . . .

Then they would crack jokes, or go to God in Prayer for awhile. 
I watched the lovely sunset each evening, outside my window clear,
Praying for my loved ones out there, most times with a tear.

I knew they must come back somehow, else what would we all do?
Most came back to my family, I Pray yours did too.