This song - as I'm apparently the last f***ing Guardsman to learn - was written by a twelve-year-old daughter of a National Guardsman and her 16-year-old sister.
I think they did a wonderful job, don't you?
P.S., The price of peace is steep. Freedom, on the other hand, costs a buck-0-five.
Splash, out
Jason
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