A question sir I pray to ask
Whatever enticed you to this task?
Here you are so far from home
Unfamiliar lands you're forced to roam
The sod beneath your feet
is wet with the blood of comrades sweet
perils and hardships grip you on every side
from tears and guns you can not hide
Daily when facing the foe you never know
will this breath be my last?
Please sir, why such a difficult task?
“Good things my lad are hard to attain
and freedom son comes with a stain
This life I entered young and brave
now I'm old and headed for the grave.
But regret never will I
tis' reward enough to see our flag fly
A plea I have for all
remember those who heeded the call
See the flag up yonder?
That's why I was willing to wander.“
the tears are flowing down my cheeks
I try but I can not speak
A message now I'll write or I shan't sleep tonight.
A debt of thanks to you I owe and I long to tell you so.
May heaven bless you each and every day
Guide and protect you all the way.
By Jenny Gane
Copyright 2004
