Jon M. Nelson

(August 23,1975 / Milaca, MN)

Soldier


Standing at attention, He looks so still.
No one would guess, he was trained to kill.
He fights for his country, and defends it with pride.
And proudly remembers past heroes who’ve died.
He shows respect in many ways.
He fights to make sure our freedom stays.
He does his job the best he can,
He works harder than a normal man.
He’s not afraid to do what’s right,
He’s always ready for any fight.
His family is proud of the job he does.
He’s twice the man he once was.
When it comes to bravery, there is no bolder,
He’s brave, and proud to be a soldier.

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014
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