Never Forget

I was but six years old
When they both went away
I don't remember all that much
Except hearing daddy say
"Be brave my sons
And make me proud
Do what you're told
Fight hard and loud"
Mom was in the kitchen
Crying and begging too
"Don't send my boys away"
She cried,"What will I do?"
They were young; they were proud
They were happy to serve
They had life; they had spirit
My God, they had nerve
Duty called, my father said
And they were off to fight
For freedom and prosperity
They had to do what's right
I look upon the pictures
Above the fireplace of stone
Of the brothers I have always loved
Brothers I have never known

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