Eaglefeather
03-20-2003, 09:52 AM
I hope I am not breaking any rules by posting this here, but I think it is appropriate for the time.
I wrote this as the allies were preparing for the move into Afghanistan immediately following 9/11. It is meant as a tribute to the men and women that risk life and limb in defence of our Democracy and Freedom.
Field of Battle
Out on the field of Battle,
One brave soldier stands.
Scared and feeling so alone,
Quickly grown from boy to man.
Out on the field of Battle,
There are no favorites here.
Just you, your gun, your life,
And oh, so much fear.
Out on the field of Battle,
There comes a mournful cry,
Above the din of warfare,
You hear another brave soldier die.
Out on the field of Battle,
War's not a glorious thing,
In the mud with the dead and dying
You won't hear the angels sing.
Out on the field of Battle,
A bullet whizzes by,
He turns around in time to see,
His best friend fall and die.
Out on the field of Battle,
Part of his body torn to shreds,
It doesn't matter how you die,
The fact is much too soon your dead.
Out on the field of Battle,
The soldier drops down to his knees.
"All I ask of you dear Lord",
"Please, don't let that happen to me."
Out on the field of Battle,
It's the same old story,
The shameful spilling of a young man's blood.
There really is no Glory.
© Robert Valiquette, Nov 2001.
All rights reserved.
Dear Lord, please watch over all of our troops and bring each one back to homes and families safe and sound. Amen.
EF
I wrote this as the allies were preparing for the move into Afghanistan immediately following 9/11. It is meant as a tribute to the men and women that risk life and limb in defence of our Democracy and Freedom.
Field of Battle
Out on the field of Battle,
One brave soldier stands.
Scared and feeling so alone,
Quickly grown from boy to man.
Out on the field of Battle,
There are no favorites here.
Just you, your gun, your life,
And oh, so much fear.
Out on the field of Battle,
There comes a mournful cry,
Above the din of warfare,
You hear another brave soldier die.
Out on the field of Battle,
War's not a glorious thing,
In the mud with the dead and dying
You won't hear the angels sing.
Out on the field of Battle,
A bullet whizzes by,
He turns around in time to see,
His best friend fall and die.
Out on the field of Battle,
Part of his body torn to shreds,
It doesn't matter how you die,
The fact is much too soon your dead.
Out on the field of Battle,
The soldier drops down to his knees.
"All I ask of you dear Lord",
"Please, don't let that happen to me."
Out on the field of Battle,
It's the same old story,
The shameful spilling of a young man's blood.
There really is no Glory.
© Robert Valiquette, Nov 2001.
All rights reserved.
Dear Lord, please watch over all of our troops and bring each one back to homes and families safe and sound. Amen.
EF