I wore no uniforms, no blue or army greens.
But I was in the Military, the ranks rarely seen.
I had no rank upon my shoulders, salutes I did not give.
But the military world is the place where I once lived.
I wasn’t in the chain of command, orders I did not get.
But my dad is the one who did, and this I cannot forget.
I was not the one who fired the weapon, who put my life on the line.
But my job was just as tough.
I'm the one that was left behind.
My dad is a veteran, a brave and proud man.
And the call to serve his country not a all can understand.
Behind the lines I’ve seen the things needed to keep this country free.
My dad made the sacrifice... but so did the rest of our family.
I love the man I call Dad. Soldiering was all he had. But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Pad Brat
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