the soldier's thought
the bands have now started playing
their drums rolling out marshall beats
arms have been polished and sharpened
soon violence and soldiers will meet
the hardships of living these battles
will slip into a comfortable state
deprivations that will come tomorrow
are the comforts we cling to today
the closeness that we will grow into
is a bond that few brothers can know
the heartache of missing our loved ones
and the sadness from losing our own
for this none of us here are heros
just brothers who've taken a stand
we don't fight for medals of laurels
but for freedoms and rights due to man
across fields of danger we'll look out
see the foes that we must overcome
knowing full well when it's over
too many will never come home
the tears of a wife newly widowed
the questions a small child will ask
are the cost of these wars we go into
are the hardest parts of these tasks
when we've returned from this battle
don't greet us with cheers and parades
for who you see returning to you
are just men luck and fate chose to save
not one among us feels the hero
just men who have answered the call
who know that the heros among us
are those won't come home at all
Jeffro
