A Soldier Coming Home

He received the call in the middle of the night, be to work by sunrise, you'll be taking a flight. Go to a land where freedom will rise, men will stand proud and wipe tears from their eyes. Suicide bombers for a man who controlled, brutality to the people, dignity he had stole. The soldier would travel to a far distant land, where oil was vass and towns made on sand. He fought for his country, he life sealed with fate, his family remembers the call on this date. It was warm in Sepember, he was out on patrol, explosives were used and would soon take its toll. He fought the good fight for freedom was sought, much food and some water, America brought. But he would come home boxed with a flag draped on top, violence was something that he tried to stop. He left earth the hero, he had fought with much pride, Joined Jesus in heaven, and walked at his side.