Lest we forget . .
He
was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat
around the RSA
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once
fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his
buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his
neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened
quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no
longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little
poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by
many
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an
ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He
held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world
won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians
leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their
passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers
tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the
passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest
contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his
promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in
times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his
life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he
lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he
gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is
paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It's
so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bobs and Jims
and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,
It is not the
politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the
freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should
you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really
want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a
Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who
would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his
ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need
his like again.
For
when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean
up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him
honour
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him
homage
At the ending of his days..
Perhaps just a simple
headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED
TODAY."
Pass On The
Patriotism! A veteran is someone who, at one point in his
life,
wrote a blank
cheque made payable to 'Australia', 'New Zealand', 'Canada', 'Great
Britian',
'The United States' or any other God fearing country for an amount "up
to and
including my life".
That is
Honor, and there are way too many people in this WORLD who no longer
understand
it.
