A broken soldier carries a tattered flag,
Its frayed stripes representing his spirit,
His boyish like charm stripped away,
His sanity as ripped and torn as his faded Glory,
His smile as forced as feet being forced to keep marching on,
The crooked flag staff represents his crooked spine,
His pain shared by his beaten companion,
Never letting his pride shatter his flag is now draped upon his shoulders,
Never falling to his knees,
Never letting his spirit touch the ground,
He marches on step by step,
Inch by inch he never fails,
His flag has become heavy,
His hopes become weak,
His flag nearly scrapes the ground but still hovers,
His soul is still there,
His mind is strong,
He is the true "Army Strong."