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He was just seventeen, backpack full of dreams,
Saluting the sunrise, chasing distant gleams.
While his friends wore caps and gowns,
He watched Georgia drift below,
On a midnight flight to destiny,
Where young men teach their souls to grow.

In the forge of discipline, he found his steel,
Brotherhood and bravery; his wounds would heal.
Youngest CCT in Air Force halls,
Head high and spirit true,
Hand-picked in secret shadows,
To guard the leader, red, white, and blue.

Oh, carry him away,
Through fires and through storms,
From the jungles of lost promise,
To the deserts of the torn.
He bore his brothers’ burdens,
He bled for every name,
And every scar stood witness
To honor, love, and pain.

From Panama’s thunder to Desert Storm,
His courage never ceased,
From silent, shrouded missions
To the terror in the east.
He held the line while angels wept,
As boys turned into men,
Fighting battles known to God and ghosts,
He’d do it all again.

Spring of two thousand three,
A coward’s curse below,
Flashing fire stole his brothers’ lives,
And tore apart his soul.
A hundred wounds and shattered bones,
Lost somewhere in between,
He died three times before the dawn,
But love’s not so easily unseen.

Danny’s hands were trembling
As he swore vengeance would be swift,
“Save him now or follow him!”
Hope clung on the edge of a cliff.
Doctors shouting frantic calls,
Fading into shadowed night,
But somewhere past the battlefield
A Guardian found the light.

“No, not today,” the angel spoke,
“With God beside my hands,
Death won’t take you, mighty son—
Not now, not while I stand.”
And through a haze of pain and loss,
A miracle walked in,
Life wrestled back from shadow’s edge—
A warrior rose again.

So raise a glass for those unsung
Who don’t attend parade,
Whose victories are written
In the highest price they’ve paid.
May we remember warriors
And the angels in disguise—
The legend forged in sacrifice
Still shines behind their eyes.