As the soldier breathes his last,
He thinks about days gone past.
He thinks about his wife and son,
Knowing that now they will be alone.
He thinks about his comrades around him,
Standing there with faces so sad and grim.
How his duty to them is now at an end,
Their's to him now shall begin.
Bringing his remains home to rest,
Putting themselves to the test.
How to justify the loss of a man,
But knowing that together they will stand.
How to tell the folks back home,
What it is like to wander and roam.
To other lands and distant shores,
To fight together in our country's wars.
The eyes of a soldier sees other things,
And the knowledge of life that this view brings,
Will forever be their own private hell,
To be brought back by a taste, touch or smell.
When their tour is over and they go home,
Remembering others that no more roam,
Back to their lives that can never be the same,
Missing part of their lives with no one to blame.
Knowing they fought for their country's defense,
Is the most recognition that most will ever get,
But inside they are proud they served their time,
And their pride and honor will also be mine.
