The Unknown Soldier
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Randy McClave
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The unknown soldier rests in his tomb
Surrounded with honor, and sadness, and gloom,
He was his country's proud and the brave
Now he forever rests nameless in his grave,
When visitors arrive they only ask, "Whom? "
His medals are not displayed in his room
His life and his valor they can only assume,
Above his burial site the flag will always wave.
The unknown soldier rests.
His life and his history it will never resume
While birds still fly, and flowers still bloom,
Some gave so little, compared to what he bravely gave
Who knows what freedoms that he did crave;
While the bullets still fire, and the bombs still boom.
The unknown soldier rests.
Randy L McClave
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