I chose to fight,
for my country
my homeland
But this political garb
Its really not what I planned
We fight a war, that has no end
With people dying over religion
Not for Riches or Land
With both sides losing life
Going home to my loved ones
Isn't anywhere in sight
I take orders and do what I'm told
While I miss you, my family, back at home
I miss the smell of my wife's hair
And the way she snuggles next to me
Whenever i'm there
I miss hearing my granddaughters voice
And falling asleep on the couch, by choice
I miss having a beer with freinds
And polishing my harley from end to end
I miss alot of things you see
But my Honor, my Duties, all of these
Hold me steadfast and true
To the duties I implore
I'm a Soldier, A Brother, of this here War....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great tribute for your all the soldier.