They Guard the Unknown' He walks the stiff walk of a Tomb Guard, Eyes forward..... fixed........ head held high. He's much more than spit and polish, They're his duty, for them he would die. Makes no difference...time or weather, Day or night, winter, summer, spring, fall. In Arlington Cemetery, He gives honor, to those who gave all. The lost, the unknown, the forgotten. It is here they are laid to rest. Each footstep you hear, their cadence so clear. Says, the best, of the best, of the best. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, A sacred duty, ........a trust. Each soldier selected a Tomb Guard, Must prove honorable, worthy and just. Every Sentry is one of the chosen, He guards those who gave their lives. He walks to acknowledge their sacrifice, For their parents, friends, children and wives. Not a moment, goes unnoticed. Not a second are they left alone. In burning heat, or freezing cold, They are honored, remembered.... They're home. Each man who stands watch, has a duty, Guardian angel, in Army blue. For the men who gave all, for their country, Laid their lives down, for me and for you. The old Guard...... a monument living, Saying so much more than cold stone. Here lie the men, who make freedom ring, A guard walks.....so they're never....... alone. Dedicated to my nephew, Todd Brunori, A Guardian Angel in Army Blue by Nancy Wydeen Cerretani

They Guard the Unknown' He walks the stiff walk of a Tomb Guard, Eyes forward..... fixed........ head held high. He's much more than spit and polish, They're his duty, for them he would die. Makes no difference...time or weather, Day or night, winter, summer, spring, fall. In Arlington Cemetery, He gives honor, to those who gave all. The lost, the unknown, the forgotten. It is here they are laid to rest. Each footstep you hear, their cadence so clear. Says, the best, of the best, of the best. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, A sacred duty, ........a trust. Each soldier selected a Tomb Guard, Must prove honorable, worthy and just. Every Sentry is one of the chosen, He guards those who gave their lives. He walks to acknowledge their sacrifice, For their parents, friends, children and wives. Not a moment, goes unnoticed. Not a second are they left alone. In burning heat, or freezing cold, They are honored, remembered.... They're home. Each man who stands watch, has a duty, Guardian angel, in Army blue. For the men who gave all, for their country, Laid their lives down, for me and for you. The old Guard...... a monument living, Saying so much more than cold stone. Here lie the men, who make freedom ring, A guard walks.....so they're never....... alone. Dedicated to my nephew, Todd Brunori, A Guardian Angel in Army Blue by Nancy Wydeen Cerretani