As a former sailor and current member of the Naval Reserves, I have nothing but respect and love for all of our troops, no matter where they are. I wrote this for them.
He was only eighteen
On the day those towers fell
He saw the world around him
Going straight to hell
He made the one decision
He swore he'd not regret
But he doesn't have a clue
What he's in for yet
He went to Parris Island
And then he went to war
He thought he was ready
He thought he knew the score
Then one night out on patrol
The bullets start to fly
These people want to kill him
And he don't know why
Fate gave him two options
Two paths that he could take
Two roads that he could follow
It was his choice to make
He could let fear take him
Or he could write his story
That dark night he had to choose
Between death or glory
He saw his buddy Daniel
Falling to the ground
Shells were flying everywhere
Death was all around
He rose up with his weapon
Did the only thing he knew
When he squeezed the trigger
He knew these words were true
Fate gave him two options
Two paths that he could take
Two roads that he could follow
It was his choice to make
He could let fear take him
Or he could write his story
That dark night he had to choose
Between death or glory
That dark night he made his choice
Between death or glory...