Dressed sharply, broad and tall,
He stood there amongst us all.
Covered in tan and gray from head to toe,
Finally ready to meet his foe.
Gun in one hand, bag in the other,
Saying goodbye to his family and mother.
Trying so hard not to cry,
But he knows he has to say 'Bye'.
I hope the day will never come where I will sit and mourn,
Because I believe he will come back, in uniform.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this too. :)