THE brave men and women of our little town and country,
Left their wives and children at the call of duty.
They left with a smile on their face and a tear in each eye,
As they embraced each other for a last goodbye.
Then they sailed over the seas to foreign shores,
With a prayer in their hearts and a gun in their hands.
They didn’t want to kill, maim or scare,
And deep in their hearts they wished they weren’t there.
But the die was cast and they were under command,
They had to fight to the last, just like Custer’s last stand.
All the emotions that swirled around in their heads,
Were of leaving their loved ones with words left unsaid.
Then when the battles raged on and comrades were lost,
They hastily made the sign of the cross.
After a while their emotions were drained,
And every part of their bodies was physically strained.
Yet still they went forward with their backs to the wall,
Hoping that soon an end would be called.
There is no glory in war, not any exhilaration,
Only blood, sweat and tears for all the lost generations.