The Soldier
The Soldier
He is tired, cold, shivering, and wet,
his uniform is damp from the day to day sweat.
He can hear, and feel the explosions around,
but somehow he manages to drown the sound.
The only thing that gets him through night and day,
is the memories of friends and family so far away.
Yet he never complains or says an angry word,
he may have the thoughts but is never heard.
He wakes after only a few hours of sleep,
to fight for the right of our feedom to keep.
In the back of his mind he knows he may not make it home today,
but he picks up his rifle and heads on his way.
He has a duty to his country, and his home,
not just his loved ones, but also those who think what he does is wrong.
He knows people disagree with and protest war,
but he knows the right for them to do so is worth fighting for.
Before you think or say an angry word,
think of the soldier who is never heard.
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