To stand on unfamiliarsoil,
Stranger to the localcustom,
Sent in blindness void ofreason,
Purposed only to defend,
Cautioned not to questionorders,
You are but a puzzlepiece.
Higher forces guidedecisions.
“You will thank us in theend.”
Settling into yourmission,
Studying a hated foe,
Never knowing what mayhappen
When and if the mortarsfly.
Stealthily behind yourweapon,
Senses climbing to apeak,
Ready to defend yourcomrades,
Question not the reasonwhy.
Grateful when the fray isover,
Though you’re weary tothe bone.
A needful nation sent youthere.
A thankful throngwelcomes you home.