The Soldiers Winter Poem by David Bunnell

The winter blows colder each day
I'm shivering to the bone
Yet I've still got it made
I get to call the USA my home.

We go out to the unknown
That is our life
We make what we can our home
We know no strife.

Days turn to weeks
We don't get much sleep
We're red in the cheeks
And some days our future looks bleak.

I've found myself alone
Lost and confused
No place I can call my home
I can't even feel the feet in my shoes.

The winter cold has gotten its grip
Gotta keep moving
Can't let myself slip
I gotta keep going.

I'm running for what seems like days
But it's only been hours
At home my family prays
While my friends are sending flowers.

Today is my viewing
Folks come from all over
This was not my choosing
I have a feeling you won't be sober.

They honor a hero
But they are wrong
It makes me weary
Yet they sing a song

Their grief turns to cheer
A roar is heard in the air
They get together for a beer
I will always hold them near

They close the lid
The earth covers the top
I look back on what I did
I don't want it to stop.