My Tribute
By Gerry |
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Note from the author: I wrote
this as a tribute to my father who fought in the Pacific in WW II and my
brother-in-law who was badly burned in Viet Nam. They and their families were
forever affected. |
They grow the way of any child
Some suffer, some not much
In cities, towns and farmlands
Some with a gentle touch
But world events do pull them
From everything they know
And hurl them through a nightmare
That shapes them as they grow
God's rules are lost among the horror
That power mongers drive
For comrades, self and those they love
They struggle to survive
So on the day of battle
Or forty years away
Speak to God of thanks and praise
A soldier died today
By
Gerry