Ok, Iknow I screwed this up the first blog go figure. But anyhow. This is a short poem I found in my wallet today. I isn't long but I remember my grandma gave it to me when I deployed to Iraq, I kept it for the whole deployment and then some.
God and the Soldier
All men adore
In the time of trouble
And no more:
For when war is over
And all things righted
God is neglected
The old soldiers sighted.
I have no clue what this entails but I have had it in my wallet for almost 6 years now.