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You boast and praise all the things you've done.
Of shooting down planes that come out of the sun.

You bitch and moan of rough times you've had.
But just stop and think, Joe, was it so bad?

Now someday it'll end, and you shall return
To the ones that you love, and for whom you yearn.

Oh! The questions they'll ask, how proud you'll be.
To tell how you fought for their liberty.

But think of the boys who once were alive.
Who gave their all, so the world might thrive.

What a better place in which to live.
So stop and think, Joe, just what did you give?