As the soldier fires his 50 calibur slugs into the enemies,
that from his point of view look like bugs
He thinks about all he has done
and how he came to firing this gun
All his thoughts that he has inside
flash through his mind one at time
And throughout all his thoughts he wonders why
others fear to fight and die
He tries to think of a way out
but all he hears is his commanding officer's shout
He tries to remember a certain psalm
but all he can think of is the gun hitting his palm
He then remembers why he is pulling this trigger
he is defending his country,with constant vigor
And now he realizes truthfully
that he is a soldier on active duty
Love, your cousin Adrian
.. Create Your OwnTo Our Soldier
A Friend
Our Brother, Our Sister
A Mother, A Father
A Husband, A Wife
In All These Men And Women Stands A Soldier
Over The Skies
Among The Sea's
Crossing The Land
No Matter The Times
No Matter The Place
There Stands A Soldier
Our Soldier
Only To Remeber the Many Who Were There
We Shall Not ForgetTill the tread of marching feet
Through the quiet grass-grown street
Of the little town shall come,
Soldier, rest awhile at home.While the banners idly hang,
While the bugles do not clang,
While is hushed the clamorous drum,
Soldier, rest awhile at home.In the breathing-time of Death,
While the sword is in its sheath,
While the cannon's mouth is dumb,
Soldier, rest awhile at home.Not too long the rest shall be.
Soon enough, to Death and thee,
The assembly call shall come.
Soldier, rest awhile at home.Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything has remained exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed, at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
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