JUST A SIMPLE SOLDIER
The Eleventh Month
The Eleventh day
The Eleventh 11th hour
JUST A SIMPLE SOLDIER
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
as he sat around the Legion Hall telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies, they were heroes, everyone.
'Tho sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
all his buddies listened for they knew whereof he spoke.
We'll hear his tales no longer for ol' Bob has passed away,
and the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many just his children and his wife,
for he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family, quietly going along his way
and the world won't note his passing -- 'tho a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth their bodies lie in state,
while thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories from the time that they were young,
but the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land,
some jerk who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow, who in times of war and strife,
goes off to serve his country and offers up his life?
The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives,
is sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier who offered up his all,
is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them for it is so long ago,
that our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys went to battle, but we know.
It was not the politicians with their compromise and ploys,
who won for us the freedom that our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand,
would you really want some cop-out with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier who has sworn to defend,
his home, his kin and country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
but his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
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