Those who stood by me, through trenches filled with mud and blood.
Who could have, simply by saying it, could have gone home.
Who went through hell, not just for medals, or glory, but for what was right.
Who knew that that there was no such thing as 'rank and file' once the bullets started flying.
Who became my brothers through many-a baptism by fire;
We will always be one of many "Band of Brothers".