A Shiny Medal
Will he see the sun for another day
by Shirley Woods
Or will they carry his body away
In pieces, or downed by a single sniper shot.
He loves this life but hope he has not.
Too many have fallen by his side
Too many that joined out of a sense of pride.
He feels the jitters, he feels the nerves
But he carries on faithful to the country he serves.
His luck has held but for how much more?
A shiny medal for a hero of war
For his mother and father to hold in their hands
And remember their son who died in a foreign land.
Copyright Shirley Woods 24/6/10