Soldier

There’s a hundred years of tradition and a hundred years before that. All gathered in the knowledge going on beneath his hat.

We call him a team player, someone we look upon. He’s filled with courage and doesn’t quit till the missions done.

He fights for justice and the way we live, He keeps on giving when he has nothing else to give.

He gives up his freedom so yours, you can keep. Because of his devotion you get a descent night’s sleep.

He goes in early, to work all night, Gets two hours of sleep and is expected to fight.

He does his duty and a whole lot more, To give his life for you in what you call “Just another bloody war”.

He stays in shape and trains in every way, Because he knows the call will come to fight for his country one day.

His children don’t understand what it is he has to do, He missed Christmas, a birthday, and mommy’s anniversary too.

Although it’s unseen it’s always there, The feelings we call Pride, Integrity, and care.

They all stand tall and they all dress the same, But freedom is his cry and Soldier is his name.

~Dray Orion

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