You watched my back as bullets flew over head.
I know I'd be dead without your sniper cover.
I hear the comforting sound of your vantage point Intel.
Echos in my memory's from missions long past.

Brother I loved you most for getting my early discharge.
You saw I had a heart of healing arts.
killing and combat was not in my mettle.
Yet now with you gone I miss standing beside you in...