The soldier went to battle willingly.

He grabbed his weapon and held it with pride.

He ran out into the war zone quickly,

His strength and temper were shown in his stride.

The fighting was fierce, the morale was low.

Got up on his feet and went through the rows.

The soldier was tough, he took a big blow.

Looking for his friend he started to bow.

Crying with despair he held his head high,

Frantic to find him alive and in health.

For his friend was gone, he did not know why.

He would not forgive him, a hero’s wealth.

We went home to tell the very bad news,

With hand over heart and tears in the pews.