Young Uniforms Of War

By: the son of a soldier

Walk through the fields of fire and smoke

not the manicured White House lawns

so save and sound

Wade through the mud of foreign trenches

while you duck the whining bullets

 round by round

See the teenage soldier’s graves of Flanders

or Normandy beaches where the

soldier’s ghosts abound

Explore the young tombstones of Korea

where too many kids left there

Lifeblood all around

Sail across the shipping lanes

where sailors breached a sea

that was never safe and sound

Perhaps you prefer the hell infested

climate of Vietnam where men

fought above and below ground

Can you relate than to the deserts

Where women shared the battlefield

pound for pound

Lets not forget home guard action

where terrorists fears our life’s

now seem to surround

So put aside your café latte and get off your padded chair

Go visit your local War Museum see the sacrifices there

Or go see the war memorials with names chiselled deep

Look around at the survivors and see the tears they weep

We owe everything and so much more

To the those young uniforms of war…