The Soldiers Tale
The streets were a golden brown, the sky was dark,
Slowly the Soldier walks
His rifle loaded, safety off, eyes a-wary
His duty is to fight, but fight for what?
Is it for glory, for honor, for land?
Will he fight for his country, himself, or fight for the freedom of others?
Only the soldier shall know.
Up ahead, the bullets begin to fly, and the soldier dives.
The adrenaline rushes into his system, heightening every sensation.
He can see the dust falling, feel the ptang of bullets on brick,
The Soldier can hear the buzzing of the gun, and the yelling all around.
He rises from cover and aims-one, two! One, two!
He drops back down, uncertain of what he hit.
Now his blood is up-they are shooting at him!
He rises again. One, two-then the unthinkable.
A bullet slams into his chest, and the Soldier falls, looking skyward.
Anger arises, and then panic, and then concern.
He worries about his mother, and his father,
How will they take the news of his passing?
He worries about his sweetheart, and remembers all the times they had together.
Will she survive the news of his death? Will she be able to love a man again?
He worries about his comrades, the friends he joked with
Will they remember him months or even years from now?
As darkness descends upon him, he thinks only of his family and friends,
Loving them to the last.
At the Gates, St. Peter looks at this new arrival
His brass is polished, his shoes shined.
The beret on his head is clean, and his back is straight.
He asks, Were you a good Christian? Did you keep my Church?
The Soldier, clear of eye and conscience, replies in an honest voice
Well, I havent been to church sometimes, but I made sure that I prayed.
I might have talked harsh at times, but the fighting was mighty rought
Ive served my time in forsaken towns, and now I need a calmer scene
Any place in Heaven will do, nothing large or fancy
Ive served the best I can, fighting for my fellow man.
St. Peter, deep in thought, does not move.
Then he opens the Gates, and shows the soldier in, saying,
Come on in, Soldier, youve served your time in hell.