A salute as the soldier leaves for another place.

Some faces blank of expression stare out into space.

Before he went to battle his call already came.

He shall not toil nor trouble or try to fight again.

He'll never fear a sunrise or wake confused and sore.

He's had his answers like so many gone before.

The solider now at rest leaves questions for us to ask.

Sometimes we hide our faces behind an iron mask.

 

 

©Copyright 2004 by Paul F. McCann

 

 

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