Our Sons Sons

My sons son, will have no clue About the actions, of me and you Actions and words, that changed a world Yet my sons son, won't read a word. My sons son, won't here a tale Of some men, who couldn't fail We had to act, and see it through Two of those men, were me and you. Your sons son, will never know Why we went, but we had to go To some fields, with all our friends Making sure this world won't end. Your sons son, won't read a book About all those men, who survived on luck When over head a deathly dread Dropped upon us, fire and lead. Our sons sons, won't hear our names Although we return, victory claimed Because both our sons, will Rest In Peace Because when the next war comes They'll sign up with speed.