Calm, beautiful and careless is the sea

While war is an ugly thing to watch or see

The sea flow smoothly and is always blue to the human eye

But war, my men of arms, is filled with redness of the men who dies

But is the sea always this calm?

Does it always feel as soft as a baby's palm?

What about war? Is it always filled with chaos and men dead?

Will it ever be as peaceful as sleep when a person lie down to bed?

No, I tell you men, the sea isn't always calm and beautiful

It can make walls called tsunamis which kill people by the handful

No, men, war wil no always be devastating and horrible

When peace in war comes, war is tolerable

But why would the sea kill? Why does it throw people away like bones?

Would you believe it, the sea has a mind of its own

As dos war, when it comes, and can't be controlled or tamed

Yet, you brave men, are here today with your hears aflamed

My men of war shall be victorious over sea and war

My time here is up, for i see bright lights at the golden door

Go now, my men at arms, and take with you my last message:

"Never lose faith, Never give up, Remember what we fight for and Never leave your brother behind."

Signed the Brave Soldier