Remembering Homesick Soldiers
May I write of a company of homesick boys,
Though felling Hitler was in the back of their minds;
The loved their country to the fullest degree,
And felt so proud to wear its uniform.
On Sunday night, our house was open door,
They laughed, scrambled eggs and joked for a while
Those knots in their stomachs untied with smiles.
Soon, though the bugles played Reveille,
And off they went to their destined way,
They, though scared gave their last drop of courage,
And that is why I am here this day.
Wherever you sleep my Texas soldiers
Please remember this 14 year old child,
Who didn’t grasp your “adventure,”
But credit you with why I am free
To honor you this Memorial Day
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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