A Soldier’s Thoughts

I have a lump in my throat, mom, and tears brim in my eyes. My buddy’s gone. I saw him fall. I even heard his cries. You’ll never know, mom, how I felt, as I saw him lying there, But on his face there was a smile, and on his lips – a prayer. He told me just this morning, mom, before we landed here, About his home and friends once more, of memories, sweet and dear; His dad would read the Bible, and his family kneel to pray; Tears filled his eyes, mom, as he said: “Although, I am not...