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Blood Of A Soldier...2003
The blood of a soldier
A weary, young man
Sent out into the darkness
Alone, he did stand.
His troops fled in terror
Proud, he stood fast
Holding his ground
And gun in his hand.
To honor his country
To kill, he was trained
So alone in a foxhole
The soldier remained.
Alone and forgotten
But by family, alone
The blood of a soldier
And body, sent home.
No medals adorned him
When they laid him to rest
Just the blood of a soldier
May his spirit be blessed...
L.A.McNabb
Thursday, 23 January, 2003
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
A weary, young man
Sent out into the darkness
Alone, he did stand.
His troops fled in terror
Proud, he stood fast
Holding his ground
And gun in his hand.
To honor his country
To kill, he was trained
So alone in a foxhole
The soldier remained.
Alone and forgotten
But by family, alone
The blood of a soldier
And body, sent home.
No medals adorned him
When they laid him to rest
Just the blood of a soldier
May his spirit be blessed...
L.A.McNabb
Thursday, 23 January, 2003
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Blood Of A Soldier...2003
Blood Of A Soldier...2003