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..
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Kimathi Avatar
May 30, 2017 at 7:52 AM
Water has never been sensible or brought piece. Congrats Glen, for your placement in the contest!!! ;-)
Schwartz Avatar
May 30, 2017 at 6:28 PM
Thanks Teddy I am a peace lover myself :)
Roper Avatar
May 29, 2017 at 1:06 PM
Congratulations on your win, Glen, very emotional. As two of my boys spent their time in Desert Storm... I remember all those nights of tears and prayers ~*
Schwartz Avatar
May 30, 2017 at 6:25 PM
Thank you Eve and God Bless your boys !!
Hoffman Avatar
March 21, 2017 at 7:42 PM
Very moving tribute to the man you met in the nursing home Glen; your absolutely right about war being hell! (And big business too!) ~Che :)
Schwartz Avatar
March 22, 2017 at 4:04 PM
Thank you Cheryl You are so right $$
Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 18, 2017 at 8:59 AM
Moving write, I love your use of "and or"
Schwartz Avatar
March 19, 2017 at 8:20 PM
Thank you Maureen , This is about a man I met in a nursing home.. My tribute to him..
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