I Walk.
I walk through the valley of death.
Not knowing which way it will be.
I carry only my rifle to protect me.
Knowing death my come from him.
I live to server those that i protect.
Like so many have before me.
I love my job and my country.
I'm an American soldier.
So I walk through the valley of death only for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem