Good, bad and unexpected of Military life.
He clutched his gun with fear in his heart,
Not knowing what to expect;
Trying to recall through clouded thought,
What his squad commander had said.
He wiped his brow with a dirty hand,
As he crouched behind the tree;
There were corpses lying all around him.
As far as he could see.
Then he hear the first shot of the day;
Then saw the first man die;
And before he got out to fight,
He looked up to the sky.
The he fought long and hard,
Until he ran out of breath;
And a bullet, only one it took,
Brought him to his death.
He came a boy but died a man.
In the bloody battlefield;
But die, he die, with head held high,
To fear he did not yield.
Cry did many of his friends,
When his dead body they had seen;
And said to themselves,
Some to one another,
“What a fine lad he had been!”
Now he lies buried underneath,
With silence overhead;
The very soil he had fought for,
Is forever his resting bed.
Fade away, did all his friends,
With them his legacy;
But the truth remains, he was a soldier,
As brave as a brave can be.