Soldiers arrive upon a front step,
Of people whom they may not have met.
To look at this family in the eye,
Tell them today their soldier died.
With the war you may not agree,
Regardless this soldier died for you and me.
He owed us absolutely nothing,
Yet he still gave us his all.
All he may get in return,
Is perhaps his name on a wall.
The conditions he went though,
We would consider neglect.
So now this soldier is gone,
At least give him some respect.
