A tribute to the infantryman

(Dedicated to all the actors, producers, writers, and directors who made
episodes of Combat like Hills Are For Heroes available to us all.)

Marching proudly unto death, waving their banner high,
Comerades shout encouragement; they are so young, but they will soon die.
Similar scenes echo on both sides of the battlefield.
Yet
Neither will surrender; neither of them will yield.
Blood sweat, and tears, drip from their faces that day.
Defending the people that they love; the colors they obey.
This fierce loyalty, barely of this earth...
Can we help but love the, and the country of their birth?
Medals of bravery, words of praise,
Chains of slavery, broken by the days..
Some fought for a true cause, others for a lie;
But, regardless of their uniform
Both would gladly die.
An order was an order, and the order was to fight!
So, they fought all the day, and they cried all the night.
Charging forward with a battle cry, giving all they have left to give.
Wounded
Facing the open sky
Groaning, and dying so we can live.
A gun held in one hand; clutched in the other hand: a knife.
A gunshot and a few tears: the value of a life.
He is only one of thousands through the years,
Who gave without selfishness; who laid aside all fears.
Love and dedication from a simple soldier's heart
Was an inspiration to his lieutenant, ripped apart
With anger and anxiety for the days ahead.
Fighting for his country...(or dying for it instead)
Letters written to loved ones. (notices of dread)
From the pen of a weeping officer. (saying "He is dead.")
Grief and sorrow, mingled with tears,
Wailing and lament, ringing through the years.
Learn from their hunger, tremble at their pain.
Feel their heartache, cry at their shame.
We look upon their faces, but do we realize
That the old, dusty photograph fought to save our lives?
Lovely is the grave of the fallen soldier.
Missing In Action
Unfound when the war was over.
Mangled and murdered, resisting to the end.
Rather than to be taken prisoner in a foreign land.
Strong, gentle hands,
Carrying through the ages the blood stained soldier's cross.
Carry on their story, carry on their loss.
Be forever grateful, faithful, honorable, and true,
Love life forever
Never forget
They Died For You!