In the distance a horn blows in the night and a solder heeds its call
He says good bye to all his loved ones and all hell leave behind
As he walks out the door he looks back once more understanding it might be his last
Then he gets in the truck with several other men all silent and all bowing there head
For each solder is proud but are scared of what they’ll face
But all will fight for it is freedom they chase.
As he walks out the door he looks back once more understanding it might be his last Then he gets in the truck with several other men all silent and all bowing there head very topical poem as we deal with painful wars all arounfd the world.... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely stand on remembrance, and a perfect piece for such times of now