A soldier is never.....
A soldier can never be known by his profession
A brave soldier needs no confession
He has no appetite for any season
He has to be in battle green with all the reasons
For little emergency his leave is cancelled
He is easily way laid and ambushed or killed
With his presence there prevails complete lull
He is committed for cause and remains truthful
He is living with most dangerous time zone
Little carelessness on his part means life is gone
They are known as brave sons of the soil
Any attempt made by the enemy stands to foil
It is respectful and dedicated service
Whole nation pays homage on his demise
His sacrifice is mostly taken on high note
Any deviation or desertion is taken as black spot
To serve motherland is considered as holy task
He may loose his life in powerful blast
He is there to serve up to last
No doubts can be raised or simply cast
He has to walk on sharp edge
His sharp intelligence works as knowledge
It is not loss of life that matter
Nothing can be compensated later
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Brave Little Soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must fight, I must win
Im a brave little soldier
Through hell and back again
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Ye though I am marching through the valley filled with fear
My steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear
The enemy is stalking me just waiting for the kill
Like david slewed galiath
I will claim this battle field
Im a brave little soldier
I must do what I can
Im a brave little soldier
And I must take a stand
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Marching, marching onward
Searching out the light of truth
I did not start the war
But its a battle I cant lose
Faith will be my armor
And love my sword and shield
I must defeat the enemy
I will, I will, I will
A brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
A brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Brave, little soldier
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A sacrifice once again
You did it once again
It was not for position to regain
It was pure sacrifice
We sincerely mourn your demise
Your are brave soldiers of holy land
You considered foe as friends
You were deployed there to protect the frontier
You were deployed there as soldier
We all slept here with peace
You were torn there in pieces
Daily some of you were dying
It was willingness for laying
You were paid from treasury
You had all pains and misery
How much hardship and difficult way?
We had glimmer of hope and ray
O, brave sons of the soil
You stand there for enemy’s attempts to foil
You live under constant fear and fire
We have no words for you to admire
What else can we do for you?
Is it not equally right and true?
We can see the reason through
You are there not for us to woo
You have opted to stay there
You could stay in comforts here
You have all the freedom to go else where
You have chosen that path true and fair
Nation may remember your true service
No words can supplement or suffice
It is only your dedication that may speak
You are strong and not merely weak
You have all the options open
You can come back and life re open
It will be possible only when
Peace and tranqulity prevails then
We speak true words from our heart
For you it maybe beginning or start
There lies complete open path
There is always danger and bloodbath
How many bullets may be piercing through?
How many may be incapacitated too
It is daily scene of the day
There lies dangerous way
We don’t hesitate to pass the remark
Nation may be poised to embark
It may scale new heights with glory
The page may be re written with different story
You blood may not go in vain
It will always be our pride main
You will rule and guide our destiny
We have attained freedom after great struggle or mutiny
You may shine in sky as bright star
You may remain with us and not so far
You may twinkle there and inspire
We have no words except to admire
You may live long as stars and sky
Our land and sky will be open to fly
It is your valiant effort and try
We raise our head with pride and not feel shy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What You Find
There is discipline in A Soldier
you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in A Soldier
you hear it when he talks.
There is courage in A Soldier
you can see it in his eyes,
There is loyalty in A Soldier
that he will not compromise.
There is something in A Soldier
that makes him stand apart,
There is strength in A Soldier
that beats from his heart.
A Soldier isn't a title any man
can be hired to do,
A Soldier is the soul of that man
buried deep inside of you.
A Soldier's job isn't finished after
an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week,
A Soldier is always A Soldier
even while he sleeps.
A Soldier serves his country first
and his life is left behind,
A Soldier has to sacrifice what
comes first in a civilian's mind.
If you are civilian -
I am saying this to you.....
next time you see A Soldier
remember what they do.
A Soldier is the reason our land
is 'Home of the free',
A Soldier is the one that is brave
protecting you and me.
If you are A Soldier -
I am saying this to you.....
Thank God for EVERY SOLDIER
Thank God for what YOU do!
TY bohls
A Soldier- Dedicated to Nicholas Shelton
There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks.
There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes,
There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise.
There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart,
There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart.
A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do,
A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you.
A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week,
A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps.
A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind,
A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind.
If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do.
A Soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free',
A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me.
If you are A Soldier - I am saying this to you.....
Thank God for EVERY SOLDIER Thank God for what YOU do!
I thought about you Mr. Shelton, I figured this is the least I could do to thank you my friend.
poem by Caleb Jones
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Act as defender
Who can act as defender of holy land?
Who will come forward for sacrifice and raise the hands?
Is it the sacred soil that you are prepared to defend?
Will it be the lip services and you mean to pretend?
It has always remained great honor in defending the motherland
How many people have shed their blood in defending the fatherland?
It is our glorious past that keeps on striking the mind all the way
It is national honor and pride that we may protect and have no other sway
The basic question is who will rise and revolt?
The assault may be all of sudden and may come as blue from bolt
this can be countered effectively with fine resolve,
if we are ready to go to any extent with the aim to solve
There are enemies outside and from within
They form invisible line and firmly set in
There main task is to sabotage the peace talk
Wreck the economy and wait for cake walk
It is easy to flat the enemy on ground
There may be some separate ways and it has to be found
The enemy may strike from within by remaining invisible
They may breach the defense line and force us to be defensible
How do we arouse the national feeling?
How many may come forward from their own and willing?
Will it not be called a significant move to attain martyrdom?
Will it not be considered a token prize for preserving freedom?
Will it not a weakening sign if we fail to respond to a call?
The enemy may be waiting to get in to break the wall
It may be their pre plan to catch us off the guard
It is known practice and procedure very standard
You may loose your precious life and perish
The war may not come an end easily or finish
it may be their grand design and simple wish
We are loosing everything and chances simply diminish
Let right thinking poets come forward,
Let them not wait for any trophy or reward,
Time may tell about your contribution for struggle
Your pen may strike and enemy may face the trouble
Everybody should raise banner with single voice,
Who ever is there must have other choice
the sky should be limit and eagles should dare
Enemy should be wiped out and found no where
There may be cause and enough reasons
The nation may pay homage for brave sons
It is the history that speak well of martyrs
Eyes always down and eyes full of tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All so beautiful
The eyes were closed at the time of demise
she was laid on the ground with broken promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure came all of sudden with full of surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
All eyes are sobbing at the time of demise
he has broken the the promises
she is leaving behind all the friends
as the scene was taken over by tragic end
She will have no more sunrise
the death has taken over her by surprise
the wife played beautiful role in life
though it proved to be an edge of knife
her eyes were so beautiful and attractive
she her self was very active
she proved to be a true to self
she was as deep as sea shelf
The is beautify is lying underneath the mind
you must have deep sens to find
it is woman who is always kind
her positive role is always declined
she was never hostile
and made the life worthwhile
she remained cool and quiet
and did not attempt the course to set
in married life the Love is to be keenly watched
you have enough time for Legs to be stretched
all sort of mistakes but still not to be caught
Wisdom to prevail and company to be sought
I thought she was intelligent and beautiful
she took care not to be seen as unwise and deceitful
It was her earnest attempt to remain faithful
dedicated to all and simply truthful
If you are wise enough to notice
then it may appeal and sound so nice
there is no room for any quarrel
the bond seemed to be perfect and real
Though the real life is full of hurdles and stormy
it may create many foes and enemy
you will be forced to sail in rough sea
no one may be there to listen to your plea
All passed before eyes as trailer
we all seemed like ordinary travelers
it is seen as temporary refuge
no one can deny the truth or refuse
Still the past remains as memorable phase
it wont be possible immediately to erase
whole life may be spent for goal to chase
the efforts may consolidate the base
when times comes for relaxation
you are gripped with tension
you face the ill health with less mobility
there is sharp fall in good quality
Both the partners try to be honest
serve the family to the best
the end may sadden the whole atmosphere
one tends to shale with disbelief and fear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kargil Warfare
Words shall never describe
what a soldier is
with a family brave
loosing in wars
all they have
yet smiling to the nation's pride
such is what a soldier is
for when they came with guns and arms
the soldier faced it all
heads held high
for the nation
he was ready to die
such is the sacrifice a soldier makes
and yes!
words shall never describe
what a soldier is
Kargil was the place
this time the fight was for mother land
the soldier could not be held
he marched
without fear
smoke rose high
there on the dusty land
fought the soldier
with no fear of death
he knew beneath
he had to win
and yes he did
his land he saved
but lost many his friends
and we salute
bow our head
for our words shall never describe
what a soldier is.
poem by Areena Arora
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Cowardice Act
“To leave the field and run for life”
Leaving the children behind and wife
To hide the face and not face the challenge
To deceive somebody and retract the steps or renege
These are called cowardice acts
Everybody may come forward and sharply react
You will find no place to hide
Its implications are more and wide
Life may be sharp but not edge of the knife
You got to act when situation is rife
Kill or get to be killed is suddenly forgotten,
Thousands of thoughts invade and come often,
Who stands alone amidst ruins,
Bury the dead for honor and not coins,
Worries for dead to offer descent burial
Not to offer any excuses or denial
Not all becomes commanders in field,
Sacrifice life but never submit or yield,
Stick to position and ground very well hold,
Recover more and bring glory to their fold,
With sudden burst of fire shells,
Coward sees it as raining hell,
Think not of holy land but ready to sell,
Let country suffer but I must do or fare well,
It is not confined to war zones alone,
Every field is engulfed and very prone,
the question is where to start and where to end?
All mixed signals received but where to bend?
Material gain can be even compensated,
Loss of lives can still be tolerated,
Food sometimes, we find, may be adulterated,
but how the cowardice can be equated?
Russians lost the war not because they were not brave,
fought valiantly but fallen with honor to graves
It were human waves after waves that stood ground,
New elements in history where honors was found,
To witness the injustice and not to act,
Tolerate the tyranny and not to react,
Shut the eyes to reality or fact,
It is cowardice act in matter of fact,
World cares for brave and pays the homage,
Cowards finds no favor and name only damage,
History remembers them for their brave acts,
Not a word to their dishonor as a matter of fact
Why country or nation has to face the shame?
Why to go after damage control blame game?
Why have we to go for remedial acts?
Only for their action country has to sign humiliating pacts
What can be done with land already parted?
How national pride is revived and started?
How can any nation stand with lost face?
Have we to try sincerely for steps to retrace?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Just A Simple Soldier
He was getting old and paunchy,
and his hair was falling fast,
As he sat around the Legion,
telling stories of his past.
Of a war that he had fought in,
and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies,
they were heroes, everyone.
And though sometimes to his neighbors
his tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for old Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer,
for a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary,
very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
quietly going on his way,
And the world won't note his passing,
though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories,
from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier,
goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution,
to the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise,
and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow,
who in times of war and strife,
goes off to serve his country
and offers up his life?
The politicians stipend,
and the style in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate,
to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier,
who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal,
and perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them,
for it is so long ago,
That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's,
went to battle, but we know.
It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us this freedom,
that our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
with your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier,
who has sworn to defend,
His home, his kin, and country,
and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier,
and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us,
we may need his type again.
For when countries are in conflict,
then we find the soldier's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles,
that politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor,
while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least lets give him homage,
at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline,
in the paper that might say,
'OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.'
poem by Summer Sandercox
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Martyrs
They preferred death to honor
Never said yes for life to dishonor
To die for the nation and holy cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may be unlikely and recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will only find the hell is let loose and find no exit
Country may not feel or know it so soon
Bodies may be flown from the border in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn the departed and offer roses on death
You may be down literally but in history will be known as hero
Over night change of status from simple zero
You were nobody but now never be forgotten
You may shine on lamp post from small lantern
Veterans were never a war mongers
They were true sons of soil and peace messengers
They made life smooth and created an easy passage
So the Countrymen could lead life with peaceful message
Why one should need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in their entire span
He may not bother where does he belong to or any clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across the water as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much and express concern
How can we forget our comrades and veterans?
Whole nation may weep at your departure?
He did it for the country to finally secure
How come country may forget his sacrifice?
Will there be no tears on their demise?
We have to move on but with slow pace
Let it not turn ugly and push us to mad race?
It may defeat the purpose for which they laid their lives
How many may be shedding tears as their wives?
The may be remembered in history as brave sons
There are circumstances and very strong reasons
Who can deny their contribution for the nation?
There is complete loyalty and stands without any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This Soldier
This soldier is my hero.
He is the one i get my strength from
He is strong; like two body builders put together.
He is brave and fearless.
This soldier is my cousin.
The memories we have together mean more to me
Than anything in the world.
He is the one who I pray for at night.
This soldier is fighting right now.
With the gun in his hand, he fires.
Bang, bang, bang,
Shots fire from his gun as his body tenses up.
Is he as scared as I am?
This soldier is my soldier,
Without him, I wouldn't be the same.
My soldier is the one I miss,
The one I haven't seen since 3rd grade.
This soldier is proud.
He fights for his own life, just to keep us safe.
He is the one that I want to know,
That he is my hero for life.
-Dedicated to my cousin Chris Yingling-
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Indian Soldier
I want to be a soldier
Serve my nation
Make her braver and stronger
I want to live and die for her
In her feet
I will be ready to lay life
So that the country may rise
Reach new height
And live longer
Among the lions
Who rule
I know it
India is brave like tiger
And has no fear
I want to be a soldier
And see my country as leader
In this old
As she was in Old
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Young Soldier
Stay calm soldier
Do not panic
Stay calm soldier
And think of what you were taught
You're too young to die
My soldier
You're too young to leave
Run soldier
From the danger ahead
Run soldier
Don't be brave
You're too young to die
My soldier
You're too young to leave
Fight soldier
The enemy that fights you
Fight soldier
And make it though the day
You're too young to die
My soldier
You're too young to leave
Come home soldier
I miss you terribly
Come home soldier
To me and your family
You're too young to die
My soldier
Don't ever leave me
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I was a Soldier once
Old, tired, physically worn out,
With every move my muscles shout.
Woodworking, gardening, lazing about,
nothing to do but widdle and pout.
I was a Soldier once, large and strong,
I was a Soldier once, doing no wrong.
I was a Soldier once, fighting your war,
I was a Soldier once, mighty to the core.
I sit behind a desk now, slowly getting fat,
Knowing where I should really be settling my hat.
This civilian life I live, is so deadly to me,
I should, again, be a soldier, a sight to see.
I was a Soldier once, Yes Sir, No Sir, anything you say Sir.
I was a Soldier once; it was the life I preferred.
I was a Soldier once, leading from the saddle.
I was a Soldier once, living in my battle rattle.
Those that have never been one shall never know.
Those that put them down can basically go blow.
In this day and age, Soldiers protect our Freedom
In this day and age, everyone should be one.
I know this because,
I was a Soldier once, protecting you and yours.
I was a Soldier once, with back to back fighting tours.
I was a Soldier once, dying for the American way.
and although I was a Soldier once,
I should be a Soldier Now, fighting for you every day.
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Lonely Soldier And An Enemy
The soldier cleaned his gun in anticipation
for the battle he would be fighting. His mind
was focused on his job. His heart was centred
on his illusions. Lonely soldier in a uniform
without a mind of his own. His officers
received their orders from somewhere else,
from men and women who were fighting a
war of greed. Death was nothing more then
a statistic which would be tabulated and
toned down for the media. Not good to let
the world know the actual cost of human
life in the adventure. A tear fell from his
eyes at the thought of how many men he
had killed. He remembered sitting in his kitchen
talking to his wife and making plans for
the future. That was until somebody
somewhere far away had determined
the future was not his to plan. So he worked
at his task in mind of constant wonder at
the waste he was trained to create. His
entire purpose in life was to kill and so he
killed as best he could. The faces of the
enemy reminded him of himself. Other men
who had sat at home with their wives talking
about their futures together. Such a waste of
young ambition by the old men and women who
sat comfortable in the governments of life.
Lonely soldier surrounded by his comrades
all of whom equally trained to hate and kill.
Ah, but the bands would play and the magic
of hero dust would fall upon the shoulders
of the men at arms. How brave they would
be in the battle with their blood splattered
all over their clean uniforms. The solider knew
he fought for a cause but it was odd that
the cause was never quite explained, save
for speeches on freedom and destruction
and illusions of happiness when the enemy
were all dead. Lonely soldier was startled by
an enemy as he cleaned his gun. The two
men glared at one another wondering who
would die first. Soldier and enemy came to
a major decision. Each stripped off their clothes
and stood naked in front of one another.
Two naked men. Without their uniforms.
Now which of them was the enemy?
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He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword
He entered into battle with a blunt edged sword,
But he did not know quite why.
His sword selection was done without motive,
To battle and kill his fellow man.
So subconsciously he picked out this sword.
This sword not of this world, not out to cut to bleed.
But this innocent man didn't wish to realize,
What prize he would pay.
In midst of this battle, recieving the swiftest,
Blows from his enemy,
This soldier just kept getting hurt.
Five, six and seven more blows made him hit back,
This soldier proudly used his blunt sword,
Till his nemesis bearing a razor sharp one,
Came along and challenged the already fallen one,
Who gave a swift plunge into his enemy's heart.
But the enemy did not stagger or fall.
Neither did the soldier with the blunt sword.
This soldier's enemy left the battleground,
When he saw that the one with the blunt sword,
Knew all along the possibility of his death.
Still he fought, so he himself could die,
Which the other soldier was saddened by that man's stance.
He told that man, 'if we all fought battles with a blunt
sword,
Then we would all truly win,
For the battleground would know no mortality.
He further told him, 'because of you, your side
Truly wins. But so does our.
We love you,
Blunt edged sword soldier man.'
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For God’s Service
For God’s Service, we are fit, when filled with God’s Holy Spirit,
Given power directly from Christ, as God works through our life,
Controlling all we do and say, when we abide in Him day to day,
Serving Christ, our Glorious King, the one controlling everything.
With Christ in complete control, He leads in tasks, big and small,
Tasks that we wouldn’t have done, if we did not know God’s Son,
But He leads us each day and hour, guided by His Spirit’s power,
To faithfully serve Christ above, sharing His Goodness and Love.
Witnesses for the One we serve, with blessings we don’t deserve,
As God saved us from a former life, to walk anew, in Jesus Christ,
We serve and love Christ Jesus, because God first loved all of us,
Even before we thought of Him, God’s Love saved us from all sin.
Serving Christ is an honor friend, service for The King with no end,
Service for Christ for all eternity, since God first loved you and me,
It is an honor, but it’s an obligation, to reach for Christ every nation,
With His Salvation, that all men need, whether or not, they do heed.
It is God’s Spirit that leads the way, bearing our witness day to day,
Opening up doors and other ways, to share Christ, to God’s Praise,
Using all us through various means, as seeds, He sows and gleans,
As The Holy Spirit continues to use, all of us to spread Good News.
Soldier's Ghost
I bled for you - would you for me?
I blessed a skin in blazing fuel
Then took a bullet in a duel of
‘He or I to Die.'
I often question ‘Why? '
Do you?
My country was my life to give -
Would you for country cease to live?
Sinking in a mire of death,
You have no choice -
So while you're still alive,
Rejoice!
I cried in failure - did you care?
And as I waned, were you aware of
What I did -?
Fighting for my country while you hid
Behind your comfort back at home?
Still relaxed?
My wife and child are fading at the tomb.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Victorious Soldier
Fighting for his country,
Not knowing if he will live.
Brave soldier
Standing up for what he believes
and fighting for freedom.
Brave soldier
Fighting for whats right,
Dying Heroes, Dying evil men
Brave soldier
Leaving every thing he owns
To be loyal to his country.
Brave soldier.
Coming home at end of war....
Victorious soldier.
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Part Of America Died
Part Of America Died
Somebody killed a soldier today
And part of America died
The child who shot him won't even be punished
After counsel asks his record not be tarnished
The flag of our country he swore to protect
Will be buried, with him, at his side
Today more of America died
The truck that he rode, was a battlefield too
A respite from a hard day at war
The flag of our nation won't fly at half staff
The purple heart they gave on his behalf
Won't change that a part of America died
Yes, Somebody killed a brave soldier today
It happened this day in a land, far away
While some slept in comfort, at home
A soldier put his life on the line
He answered the call then gave it his all
And on this day much of America died
Jim 1972
poem by James Casey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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