The Bravest Of The Brave Poem by Alan S Jeeves

The bravest of the brave
Will rise to meet the foe
And fear not who they well may be
As marching on they go.
They stand before the fierce
And find the faith to put
Their trust in God, yet still they take
A bullet in the foot.

The bravest of the brave
Will rise and soldier on
And have no fear of danger
Till all their wars are gone.
They fight their bloody battle
Oblivious to harm,
They trust in God, yet still they take
A bullet in the arm.

The bravest of the brave
Will fear not where they tread
But in the end they're sure to take
A bullet in the head.
With all our brave men slaughtered,
But be that as it may,
The bravest of the very brave
Must rise to face the day.