Fragile Freedoms

Lost in France, Resting 'neath a simple cross, Just name,nationality and rank; Giving of life,was his loss. At home, A breaking,aching heart; A sweetheart's pain; Her emptiness was another's gain. In memory fading go As echoing years slip by, And still her tears flow; Vivid yet her anguish sigh. Forgotten,forfeit and for what? freedom frailties,fragile, Such ideas still beguile; T'was ever thus,a peasant soldier's lot.