War Is Hell

War Is Hell Our nations war to settle a score and or fight to noble fight.. It's the countrymen who pay the price, no matter who was right.. Now I love my nation under God , My country tis of thee.. My one regret is that my son , was my eternal fee.. Like his dad before he went to war and served this nation well.. I taught my son a lot of things, but not how War Is Hell.. His camp came under fire one night while the boys were all writing home. That was the first of many nights, our families would dine alone.. The days were long , the nights were longer.. But with time all wounds they fade .. I could see my boy in my grandsons eyes.. What a treasure my God has made.. I spent most of my time doating upon the lad.. Telling him hero stories of his fearless dad.. Now he's joined the core, to fight a new war, and or make his father proud.. And every night as I pray for his life, My cries can be herd aloud..