Just A Common Soldier


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He was getting old and paunchy,
And his hair was falling fast;
He sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past
Of a war he had fought in
And the deeds that he had done;
In his exploits with his buddies,
They were heroes ... every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors,
His tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened ...
For they knew where of he spoke.

He will not be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary
And quite uneventful life.

But we'll hear his tales no longer
For old Bill has passed away;
And the world's a little poorer,
For a soldier died today.


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He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife;
For he just lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

Held a job and raised a family,
Quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing,
Though a soldier died today.


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When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state;
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell their whole life stories,
From the time that they were young;
But the passing of a soldier,
Goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution,
To the welfare of our land,
A guy who breaks his promises
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who,
In times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country
And offers up his life?


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A politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension ... small.

It's so easy to forget them,
For it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country,
Went to battle, but we know ...
It was not the politicians,
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom,
That our Country now enjoys.


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Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand ...
Would you want a politician,
With his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a Soldier,
Who has sworn to defend,
His home, his kin, and Country,
And would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us,
We may need his like again.


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For when countries are in conflict,
Then we find the soldier's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles,
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor,
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage,
At the ending of his days.


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Perhaps just a simple headline,
In a paper that would say,
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."

~ c. 1985 A. Lawrence Vaincourt ~
WW II Air Force Veteran
Used with permission


You may visit Larry's website by clicking here.




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