I represent the strong and brave
The defenders of us all
I blend in and disappear
To hide those without fear
I weigh 25 plus pounds
Yet there’s not one complaining sound
I am the pack
That an American Soldier
Carries on her back

Inside I hide
The notes and pictures
Sent from a far-off home
Little food and fewer comforts
Ammunition packs are my friends
Though they never stay for long
I am the pack
That an America Soldier
Carries on his back

Outside there’s little to see
Nothing but a name to you
Yet something more to me
I dread the day
It’s torn off and I’m tossed away
For it would mean that
Somewhere

There’s a helmet
On top of a rifle
Stuck straight up in the ground
Between a pair of shiny boots
And I would be
The pack
That an American Soldier
Carried on their back