A Hero
Barley a man when he went off to war
not really sure what he was fighting for
To serve his country he knew for sure,
unaware of the suffering he would later endure
He worked hard to put on a brave face,
but he couldn't imagine a more horrible place
So often afraid of losing his life,
he would cling to the thought of his son and his wife
When he came home it was an answered prayer,
it was due to the illness he'd received over there
Whatever the reason he was finally home
He had a six week old son of his very own
He tried to work and live a normal life
He later married his second wife
They had two kids, that made him three
From this sickness he couldn't get free
He was completely disabled, he couldn't work
His pain was getting worse and worse
He'd had many surgeries and there were more to come
It attacked his liver, colon and lungs
He never spoke of the horror he'd seen
His brain must have felt so unclean
He never bragged about the Purple Heart
The illness was tearing his body apart
He wasn't perfect, that much is true
but imagine all that he went through
He died when he was only fifty seven
I hope God saved a place for him in Heaven
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