Will he return, will he come back home?
Where has he gone, he's not alone.
Are these really good or bad times?
He's been drafted, now he must go away.
Whether big or small, or short or tall.
Our country takes him, he's heard the call.
When you're eighteen, maybe you'll have to go.
And raise your hand to take the oath.
I pledged allegiance to my country,
To give my all, even my life if I must.
There's nothing more sacred than my homeland,
For you... for me... for us.
When in uniform, then you must obey.
And do what you're told, each and every day.
You'll have to stand when seniors come before you,
When they stay and look you in the eye.
What will he think, will be accept you?
He is your boss, to tell you what to do.
You're not a man, you're just a number.
You raised your hand and took the oath.
I pledged allegiance to my country,
To give my all, even my life if I must.
There's nothing more sacred than my homeland,
For you... for me... for us.