Soldier's Goodbye Poem by Christopher Stitz

Ours is not to question why
Ours is but to do and die
If I fall and do not rise
Leave me there, say goodbye
If you pray with hopes forlorn
Then pray you'll live to see the morn

As I lay beneath the night
I struggle with all my might
To live to see another day
Or at least the sun's first ray's
It does not matter if we win
We all fall in the end

As my spirit slowly falls
I can hear that fateful call
As my eyes mist up in a haze
I can feel Death's icy gaze
As I die my last thoughts
Are not of pain nor of loss

But that I fight no more this world
And I leave life without remorse
'twas not mine to question why
Just my place to do and die
And I wonder what will happen most
It does not matter, I'm but a ghost.