for the mission to interfere with
our support for the men and women
who sacrifice so much for us.
Whenever I See a Soldier Boy.....
by Sam Miller
Whenever I see a soldier boy
No matter where it be
I give him salutation
for he means so much to me.
He's not the boy we used to know
In store, at desk or plow
In store, at desk or plow
He's in the service now.
He keeps Old Glory flying
on land and air and sea
He lives to make our homes secure
He dies to keep us free. 
© 1942 by Sam Miller
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