Another Dead Soldier Poem by Clayton Stanley

I never thought I'd cry for another dead soldier,
but I've failed, and my heart grows colder.
I had believed that the worst was behind us still,
even though I knew someone else would be killed.
We were always told to look after one another.
Our camaraderie was strong; we were like brother.
Nothing could have broken the bonds that we shared;
Nothing could bring us down because everyone cared.
However, we weren't prepared for the rigors we soon faced.
We paryed it was our enemy, not our deaths that we chased.
One by one, each of us fell to a killer we could not see.
Our joy for life was no longer strong; we were no longer carefree.
Alas, I was one of the few that made it through that day.
And I oved on and began a family that I love without sawy.
My children grew up and reminded me of the joys to be had;
They almost made me forget what it's like to be sad.
That's why it was so painful to see my only son leave,
but he wanted to grant deserving men a reprieve.
I am so proud of all that he has done,
but what happened next left me stunned.
I never thought I'd cry for another dead soldier,
but I've failed, and my heart grows colder.