The voices are silent echoes. This is the hardest part. The water's up to our ankles with no sign of letting up. But I'm still climbing out. I always
: One morning in August it's time to go Duty awaits us we're strong and we're proud Farewell to our loved ones Waving to us from the shore Sail out to
One morning in August it's time to go Duty awaits us we're strong and we're proud Farewell to our loved ones Waving to us from the shore Sail out to