Given The Flag Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

I GOT HIS BLOOD
ON MY
FACE AND HANDS
WHEN THE BOMB
HIT OUR CARAVAN
JUST TO BURY HIM
UNDER THIS LAND
I GOT HIS PICTURE
IN A LOCKET
KEEPING IT CLOSE
TO MY HEART
AND I GOT HIS DREAMS
TO KEEP ME
FROM FALLEN APART
WHEN I CAN'T SLEEP
AND THEY GAVE ME
THE ROLL UP FLAG
BECAUSE I WAS HIS
ONLY FAMILY
AND STILL
I GOT HIS BLOOD STAINS
ON MY HANDS
AND I CAN'T WASH IT OFF
AND EVERY DAY
YOU ASK ME TO EXPLAIN
AND EVERY DAY
I SAY LET IT RAIN
LET IT RAIN
LET IT RAIN ON ME
BECAUSE I LOST
MY ONLY BROTHER
MY BROTHER AT ARMS
AND NO LUCKY CHARM
COULD SAFE HIM
FROM THIS TYPE OF HARM
AND WHEN YOU LOSE
A LOVED ONE
THERE NO REASON TO SMILE
BECAUSE THE DAMAGE
WAS DONE
SO PLEASE DOCTOR DON'T
ASK ME TO EXPLAIN
JUST LET IT RAIN
LET IT RAIN
LET IT RAIN ON ME