Farewell To the Youngest Soldier
He was more invaluable to his country
than his own precious life,
how could a glorious and promising
youth with a gorgeous face
with a voice not made to chant,
and with golden curly hair be sent
to war when his slender and feeble
body wasn't ready for battle,
for the horrors, he had never seen,
or even imagined in awful dreams...
would the splashing blood cover his cheeks,
would the merciless and hateful faces
of the enemy make him run?
A camouflage uniform
makes a soldier stand out
and get admiration for his vocation,
and those looks mean a lot
to him as they meant
to the youngest soldier
ever being drafted to fight in a war;
would his grit and dedication
diminish when confronting fear?
Would he mistake a thunder
from a cannon blast,
and retreat to his tent and shake,
or remain on the battlefield and persist?
What does a soldier think
when engaged in warfare or training?
No need to ask about his mindset:
he's willing to defend his honor
and valor, and furthermore his oath
made on the sad day of parting
when he stopped being a teen
and became a full-grown man...
having motivation and worth,
showing emotions so keen!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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