For Family
“Yes,I was, son,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
“Mommysays war is bad, she says it’s evil.”
“Yes,son, it is. It’s a horrible task.”
“Doesthat mean you’re bad, Grandpa? Why did you go?”
“It’shard to explain,” he said, “But let me try”
Hard to defend why theyoung and the innocent
Rush to a cause where somany might die.
“Nobodywants war,” he says with a sigh, “but
Sometimesyou just have no choice.
Whenenemies threaten the ones you love
Someonemust stand to give them a voice.
Wehave to protect. We need to defend
Againstthose who would take our freedom away.
You’reyoung and it’s a mystery right now,
Butyou’ll grow and you’ll understand someday.”
Hepaused for a moment, then softly he spoke.
“I’lltell you one thing for sure that is true.
Youwant to know why I fought in the war?
Idid it for family.
Idid it for you.”
