Soldier’s Life


When Uncle Sam called upon me, gladly I stood.
Asked to fight our enemies, hopefully for good.
Leaving family and friends I loved behind.
Going to where ever Uncle Sam assigned.
Alone and scared, never did I show fear.
How long would I be gone; weeks, months or a year?
Held my head high and showed me to be brave.
Would I come back to my home or back to a grave?
An American soldier; mind, body and heart.
If i do not return, from this earth I depart.
I leave with you in this little rhyme,
That no matter what I'll do it every time.

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