Dedicated to my youngest son, the Israeli, on this his 22nd birthday...
My son's a lone soldier, no one bolder than he Thousands of miles from home and hearth an enlistee That he's strong and brave and daring all agree But we keep asking ourselves 'Why?' 'specially me Posted on perilous, war-torn borders he'd be In the crosshairs of those who'd kill him with glee With my heart in my throat I utter this plea O, Lord, please protect this lone soldier from the enemy!
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