War Poem by Daniel Chapman

War—sometimes I wonder what we're fighting for,
But one thing I know: I want war no more.

We march, we fight, we endure through it all,
Through hell and rain, through snow and squall.
Day turns to night, and night into day,
Yet we carry on, for freedom's way.

I've seen mothers weep, sisters cry,
Fathers, brothers, waving goodbye.
Aunts, uncles, cousins—so many stand tall,
Sent to distant lands at their country's call.

They do not fight for fortune or fame,
Not for medals, not for name.
They fight for the flag, for the home we hold dear,
For liberty, for justice, for those not here.

All they ask is a small sign you care,
A thank you whispered, a pat here and there.
For the sacrifices, the courage, the pain,
For standing in the storm, again and again.

So remember them—each soldier, each fight,
Each soul who stays ready through the long, lonely night.
For freedom is fragile, and peace is a prize,
Protected by those who never disguise their sacrifice.

Honor the brave, the hearts strong and true,
For the red, white, and blue is kept alive by you.