THE SOLDIER

In battle dress of jungle green,

reality takes place of dream.

With F.N rifle upon his back,

and iron rations, in canvas pack.

The soldier marches into war,

his eyes on sights, his father saw.

With bayonet carried at the side,

his captain sets for him the stride.

Closer comes the fight each day,

as the soldier marches on his way.

Until at last, the bloody field,

is to the soldier boy revealed.

Comes the order to attack,

woe to those that courage lack.

His comrades dying, life long friends,

into the breech, a round he sends.

The young soldier, he fought so hard,

but the devil held the joker's card.

Now he lies on some barren land.

At home, for him they play a band.

Funeral wreaths placed on a grave.

For peace, it was a life he gave.

That warrior lad, he died so brave.

Rape of his country, he did save.