We came to fight for the ones we hold dear, if that's not respected, then we would rather stay here. So before you rally a group to complain, take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag that you love to fly, wars must be fought and young men must die. When the conflict is over and all is well, be thankful we've chosen to go through hell.

For all the people who still protest, you're welcome. We protect you and you're protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you? No one standing in your crowd. We are your fathers, brothers and sons. Wearing the boots and carrying the guns. We are the ones who fight and die, we may not be able to save the world, but we'll at least try. We've walked the paths to where we're at and we want no other way than that.