by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
I was not there when soldiers fell
Beneath the volley of fire,
Nor did I see the mortar shell
Or feel the strands of wire.
I busied self with lesser worries
Than freedom’s ugly war,
Like one who bustles off and hurries
To his next menial chore.
Today, let me and mine give pause
To truths we cannot hide:
For family’s sake and freedom’s cause,
Many a soldier died.
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