I ask a not so simple question,
About the soldiers mission.
Is their fight worth fighting?
Or is what they stand for dying.
There are many that need their protection,
But some see it as oppression.
Many soldiers have trotted their last step,
And many a wife, for them, has wept.
They ask for no money, or belongings,
Only the support there are deserving.
Ask for them you certainly won’t,
For their presence may mean war.
Need them you surely will, eventually,
And from everywhere, they will come.
Protect, serve, defend, and guard;
For that they will come, they will come.
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