The Home Front
By Pat G
Some speak of God and country and honor in one breath Yet never end their story with gory tales of death. The youth of countless nations have listened to their words And manned their battle stations to perish on cold swords. There's weeping on the home front their words cannot repress. There's wailing at the gravesite where honor sleeps and rest. Too many wives with babes at breast have uttered a widow's sigh. Too many lives were wasted; yet, somewhere new wars give rise As each conflict's ended and the mourning slowly fades Still we're left with headstones, cold mementos of the fray. Remember fallen soldiers and victims of war's craze. May their legacy of sorrow bequeath us peaceful ways.Not PC right now to speak of the lasting effects of war; there are Canadian soldiers fighting today and, though their efforts are well served in this conflict, I would wish that wars were unnecessary and that the glorification of conflicts was more politically incorrect than the need for them. Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 06:47 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 1
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"Some speak of God and country and honor in one breath..."