***YOU ARE NEVER FORGOTTEN***
I'd never worn my medals
They were left there in the drawer,
So when I finally took them out
It had been twenty years or more.
My son saw me take them out
And he ask me what they're for,
I looked at him and calmly said
They're a reminder of a war.
Brownwater sailors of years gone by
Have become a dying breed,
The men and women that carried the flag
When their country was in need.
Throughout the width of this great land
They hasten to heed the call,
And promised God and country
That they would give their all.
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