The Gift


My name was called, a duty heeded;
I shipped out for lands to me unknown.
I knew not why my service needed--
once in the fray, the reasons shown.

Men to my left, right, rear and center,
duty, honor, and courage our tether.
We fought, we bled, in battles waged
my brothers and me, we were together.

I fell that day, known why to God;
my life I gave, for right not wrong.
With love and care, I was tended,
my body carried by warriors strong.

There I lay with my comrades 'round--
I lived, I laughed, I fought, I died--
no greater gift that I could give,
so each of them could go on and live.

The reason I know is lost to others,
to debate, to challenge, and to wonder.
I fought, I died for all my brothers.
White cross's shade, I now lay under.

So weep for me, recall my name,
and each of us, who fell the same.
But know this single fact is true:
if called again, I'd go for you.

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