A Soldier’s War

He walked out and settled to the sand

Thinking fondly of his daughter’s small hand

He watched closely from his post

Thinking of the people who loved him most

He was a father, a husband this soldier brave

Blood and sweat for his country he gladly gave

He had a wife, a daughter ,a son,

He waited anxiously for the war to be won

Over to his right was his buddy, amere boy

Who was his parents pride and joy

The boy was just twenty years of age

He knew nothing of wars old wage

Yells and shouts erupted from the night

The boy was scared, this was his first fight

The boy and the veteran settled closer to the ground

As shots peppered the sand around

They returned fire hard and fast

Knowing the fight would no longer last

Moonlight flickered of the youngster’s gun

As bullets hit the boy so young

The veteran’s heart beat with fear

For his buddy’s screams he could plainly hear

The enemy ceased fire and moved away

Feeling that they had done their work for the day

The boy in the sand lay still

No more with patriotic pride to fill

The man knelt by the boy who for his country had died

He rubbed the cold hands and softly cried

Over in a foreign land they were slain

But none of our soldiers ever died in vain

War is a tragedy, it’s true

But sometimes war is the right thing to do

But one must never forget the favours done to us by them,

Saving us always from war’s wicked game.