Somewhere a mother is sitting in sorrow,
Somewhere a father calls on God to say why,
Somewhere a daughter sobs over a picture,
Somewhere a son says that big boys don’t cry

Somewhere a bugle is sounding tomorrow,
Somewhere a husband picks up his gun,
Somewhere the firefight crashes and rattles
Somewhere a husband lies dead in the sun.

Another Gold Star brings the count to nine hundred,
A new Constellation set in the sky,
Cleansed by the tears of their sons and their daughters,
Draped in the flag that they followed to die

810 killed in Iraq, another 90 dead in Afghanistan as of Memorial Day 2004. A lost battalion for the New American Century