Soldier's Name

I see that soldier's name on the wall Sadly he did fall, He gave his life for his country He sacrificed it for both you and me. That soldier had a great life planned ahead He was to become a farmer many times he said, He wanted to carry on a family tradition And give the children nutrition. Then he was going to take himself a wife And hold on unto her for the rest of his life, They would always go to church together Then soon, he'd be a father and she a mother. He had never lied or stole or cheated No one did he ever used or stole from or mistreated, He was no better than either me or you To that fact and belief he was always true. He had calluses on both his hands That fact and feelings workers understands, He believed man must work hard for his pay Then he will enjoy his labors that way. He always donated his time, his clothes, even his blood Because, people he cared for and people he loved At church he attended every Wednesday and Sunday He loved to worship and the fellowship and to pray. He indeed was like no other He is, or was of course my older brother, Pride, religion and patriotism was what he prefers, I wish though, that he had bone spurs. Randy L. McClave