These few men, whose noble souls are the guardians of our nation... whose, name is more to be honored, than riches or fame, stand yet at the ready; too, defend our nation and Constitution... This band of brothers true, these loyal few... will not bow to the despot's due. They now embark... too make secure that which once was fast assured; too, return liberty to her rightful place; too, save a generation from the despots brace.
Who then shall stand with steel's resolve... these brothers, patriots all. Call now, raise high the banners, rally round the standards bold... with colors displayed all in array... for victory shall not hold this day. As brothers in arms do clear the way... no foe shall stand before liberty's bay.
Where are these bands of men ... these brave souls who dared tame the wild and brace the winds of fortune... to found a nation and birth a creed so unlike any before? Where have they gone these honorable souls whose metal was fashioned in the furnace of affliction... to stand the test of time and the edge of the tyrants blade...
Gone to grave yards everyone... gone too flowers long ago.
By Ronald A. Nelson
Col., US Army (ret)
Will there yet be a few... a few good men and women to stand the test of the tyrants steel? Time will tell but tell it must... for the clock is ticking and the tyrants blade lacks not for lust.
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