He marches along the dirt gravel road
His gun in his hands, his pack on his back
His countries weight on his shoulders
Wanting to go back
To his wife and his children
And a warm cozy bed
But all of that goes
When he hears gun fire overhead
He is suddenly aware
Of his buddies and surroundings
He looks around
And the enemy comes bounding
He ducks for cover
On the dirty, dusty ground
And along with his buddies
He fires a round
Him and his fellow soldiers
Fight long and hard that day
Protecting their country
It isn't too hard for us to pray
That he may journey home
Safely to his family
He puts it all on the line
So we can live freely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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