Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
The sun looks over the barrack gate,
Warm and white with glaring shine,
To watch the soldiers of the Line
That life has hired to fight with fate.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories