by John Mcdonough

Created on: November 06, 2009   Last Updated: November 07, 2009

We stand and wait for battle
The approaching army marches
Many men in sight
And many more will come
Tomorrow

Just a soldier, one of many
Commissioned only weeks ago
We forget the lore of heroes
Stand and face the awful truth

Shouts and yells
Attempts at bravery
Remember now the motherland
Fight the fear and stand

The country is so beautiful
Open fields lightly wooded
Grass and streams and wild flowers
Bathed in the sunlight of late morning

But that is another world
It is now the darkest hour
Listen to the brave commander
His words are only air

Green and yellow showered in red
Until the rains come again

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