A Soldier, a Sailor

What have our sons gone off to do? They have left to fight a war for you, And risk their lives on a distant shore, Like our fathers did years before. Some will return and some will die, History will judge as time goes by, Weather it was a just cause to fight, That caused mothers to cry at night. Precious lifeblood spilled on the sand, In a lonely, God forsaken distant land, It is not for them to question why, Their duty calls to fight and die. These brave young men with bright clear eyes, Honor bound shout battle cries, Salute these Heroes as they pass today, Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. Tinker Taylor Poetry Contest Sponsored by : Julia Ward 12/12/18