We Had Relied
We Had Relied
For you to be a fabulous father
Some soldiers would say, "Oh, why bother"
At Normandy are imprints of many feet
Maybe my father's one day may meet.
Another country, he was at war with
While wearing helmet some called pith
Made out of metal others had been
For protection to return and fight again.
We went forward and never were retreating
And all of those moments are now fleeting
Now part of past after great soldiers died
Who on so often we once had relied.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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