For honor! For valor! The battle stole and won Where up the soul arises down the barrel of a gun The courses set and forces met with destined blood and bones But I, I fear, am fated here to never journey home Tell my wife I love her Send my body out to sea My heart she kept. My life I served. My soul, it goes with me For kingdom! For country! In reverence of soil The motherland our fathers' hands did break for till and toil I'll always see the sun that sets those valleys just the same But I hear my dawn come calling out from far across the plains Send a letter to my mother That her baby boy died free I gave my all for others But my soul, it goes with me For freedom! For future! For all our children dream That all their worlds may always stay as hopeful as they seem Come cannon blares that tremble on those dark and foreign hills My mind be ready, heart be steady, breath be calm and still Give my memory to my daughters Carve my will upon the trees Give my life across the waters But my soul, it goes with me Zachary Dilks is a writer currently residing just outside of Austin, Texas. A toolmaker by trade and a poet by heart, he began pursuing his passion for writing at age 17.