(Lawrence Vaincourt - Edited)
He was getting old and paunchy, and his hair was thinning fast,
And he’d reminisce quite often, telling tales about the past;
Of battles he had fought in, and the deeds that he had done,
In wartime with his buddies; they were heroes every one.
And even though so many took his stories as a joke,
The combat vets would listen, for they knew whereof he spoke;
Now they’ll hear his tales no longer, for this vet 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 a very ordinary, quiet kind of life;
He worked and raised a family, as he went along life’s way,
And the world won’t care a minute, that this soldier died today.
When crooked politicians die, their bodies lie in state,
While brain-dead voters mourn them, and proclaim that they were great
The papers print life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Where’s the contribution to the welfare of our land,
When a presidential traitor lies, and cons his fellow man?
But the ordinary fellow, in times of war and strife,
Will go to serve his country, and offer up his life.
The politician’s massive pay, the style in which he lives,
Is inverse to the value of the service that he gives;
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal, and his name upon a wall.
The country soon forgets its vets, though not so long ago,
Its Bobs and Jims and Johnnys went to battle, and we know;
It was not the politicians, with their shady deals and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that society enjoys.
Should we ever be in danger, with the enemy at hand,
Would you trust draft-dodging Clinton, with his evil, one-world stand?
Or would you want a soldier, standing ready to defend,
His home, his kin, his country; one who’d fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier, and his ranks are growing thin,
But the state of things reminds us we may need his type again;
For when countries are in conflict, we can see the soldier’s part,
Is to clean up all the messes socialistic liberals start.
If we cannot do him honor when he’s here to hear our praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage at the ending of his days;
Perhaps a simple headline in the paper that might say,
“Our country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.�?/FONT>
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