A Drawer of Memories

Medals in a cupboard drawer Testament of what went before With his enemy held no score Boy's turned men, played at war In blooded field or muddy trench Gaunt eye's stared from stench Bone and boot so weary tread At cannons call prayers are said From shell holes came human cries Voices lost in shrapneled skies Shellshocked victims tied to post Frontline justice feared the most Boy's to men , men to ghosts Not the story that glory boasts Given the orders did blindly follow To end all wars a promise hollow And into the drawer another set A different time, the same regret The cost of war just wont relent The family grieve and loss lament Son loses father then loses son How many times since time begun Still soldiers, sailors children play From toys to guns a price will pay