As I am cloaked by the darkness of the soft desert sky,
I feel a strange likeness between my father and I.
For I am the father of 30 young men,
Related only by the blood that we shed.
And they look up to me, to lead them through the fight.
For we know not what awaits us this cold desert night.
But I vow to protect them and bring them all home,
So may I find strength in the courage they have shown.
And like my father, I ask the Lord as I pray
Watch over my boys if today is my day.