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| The battle now is over,
The sailor breathes his last.
His friends and family gather,
As the world just rolls on past.
For God, for cause, for country,
This sailor gave his life.
With pride-with honor-with courage,
He paid the highest price.
There'll be no call to arms,
No putting on of gear,
No waiting for engagement,
No more the taste of fear.
Six men bear him softly
And lay him gently down.
He'll soon be covered over,
And lie beneath the ground.
A folded flag for all to see
The price this sailor paid,
That keeps the fight for freedom
Alive another day.
Some will say he's crazy
To stand and fight and die.
And because they have no courage,
They'll run away and hide.
But some are proud and willing
To serve and give their all,
In glory they become monuments
Or etched names on a wall.
So taps is played and rifles fired,
Loved ones hearts are riven.
Both proud and sad, all do know
This sailor's life was Given. | By Ken B. Harper
Copyright 2003
Listed 6/10/2005 |
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