The Soldier
Squinting into Iraqi skies
Helmet low to shield his eyes
Stifling in the mid-day sun
Clinging tightly to his gun
His head is filled with scenes of death
Grown men fighting for their breath
Bomb blasts causing death and pain
Bullets scatter round like rain
The soldier kneels, he feels alone
Missing fresh green grass of home
Missing friends, his kids, his wife
Looking back at his short life
Then Robert sees a blinding flash
Feels searing heat, a deafening crash
And as he falls on foreign land
He reaches out for someone's hand
He sees his wife, her smile is sweet
His Mum and Dad are at his feet
His spirit melts as death arrives
Just one more used up, wasted life
Please remember Robert's story
His lonely death was not in glory
A life lost in a tragic manner
Sacrificed under freedoms banner
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