As I looked into his eyes 

I was just a child, his child 

He was JUST my daddy. 

My daddy that was in glossy pictures clothed in Camoflauge. 

As I looked into his eyes 

I was just a child, his child 

He was JUST my daddy. 

My daddy that was in glossy pictures clothed in Camouflage. 

As I got older, he remained JUST my daddy 

My daddy that was in the glossy pictures ornamented with badges 

I continued to get older, as I realized. 

My daddy was Not just My daddy. 

My daddy was a man, 

My daddy was a Fireman, 

My daddy was an Air force man, 

My daddy was one of America's heroes 

He was clothed in blue, white, badges, and more than often camouflage. 

He was clothed in strength, dignity, and most importantly love

He was America's hero, but he is My daddy. 

My daddy clothed in camouflage and strength

My daddy who did not know of me just yet.

My daddy... America's hero.