"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."
(John 15:13)
Tall and straight he bore his weapon
With boots in steady beat,
Stepping proudly with his unit
Down the sunlit city street.
Brave lad chanting with the footsteps,
Neither looking left or right,
Following the Nation's banner
Straight into the endless fight.
To a land of strife and battle
Far across the wide blue sea
He has gone to help the people
Who are struggling to be free.
In the sultry heat of the swampland
In the insect-ridden mire
He has grown tough as leather
And his heart is full of fire.
Now he sees his buddies falling
One by one they meet their doom;
While the rockets light the Heavens
Sadness shrouds his heart with gloom.
Like an old man bents and weary
In the muddy foxhole there,
Knelt the lad in noise of battle
As he offered up a prayer.
"Heavenly Father, hear your child:
Why must people suffer so?
I'm so weary of this battle...
Surely, Father, you must know.
In your gentle way bring comfort
To my buddies lying there,
Ease their pain with all your mercy.
This, dear Father, is my prayer.
Then he raised his eyes to Heaven
And a teardrop softly fell
As he mourned for all who suffer
In that burning battle hell.
As he rose to struggle onward
Silhouette against the sky,
One lone sniper raised a rifle
And 'twas heard a pleading cry.
Oh so young to die in battle
Far from loved ones all alone;
His still face was turned to Heaven
Waiting for his journey home.
"A Soldier's Prayer"
Author Unknown
This post is dedicated to all the young courageous American
boys who have fought the battle against tyranny to set people free.
Thank you for my freedom. May God bless and keep you all.
For those no longer on this earth, may you rest safely
in the eternal perfect peace of God.
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