The Price of War
Joined the Army during Wartime to help out Uncle Sam,
Had to get through Basic first while eating eggs and ham.
Up at dawn each morning we started on a run.
It didn't take long to realize this really isn't fun!
Now that Basic's over we join others in this fight,
Each side believing that their the ones whose right.
We go through streams and valleys to ambush the enemy.
But in the darkest hours peace is our silent plea.
When we're not fighting or hiding we write letters to our kin,
For happy news and levity to help us at day's end.
It's time that everyone understood the price of War's too high,
Considering that on both sides people's loved ones have to Die!
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