The Unknown Soldier

There was a man
So simple, but strong
Not common, not bold
But went still he did

The call did come
To young and old
The country was needing
For all to go

Answer he did
For called he was
Regardless of task
He knew he was needed

The trials he faced
Were difficult, it’s true
But strong he’d stand
Until the end he would

Many friends he made
And so many died
As shots were fired
And limbs were lost

The man did stand
As the end finally came
Not the way he chose
But leave he did

The day was cold
As he stood his ground
When the shots rang out
And down he went

So many were lost
That cold, cold day
The bodies would lay
And ne’er been found
One day it came
The healing can start
The mass grave undug
For identifying’s begun

All the bodies are reburied
Or sent home to family
When one is left
No tags to behold

The call went out
For a family to see
A brother or father
Who ne’er did come home

No one did respond
And wonder we did
For all should have
One person to care

Who is this soldier
Who fought and died
With no identity
And no family to claim

Sent home he still is
A soldier to all
For honoured he was
For answering the call

Heather Marion

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