Another soldier died today
In some far off land ’midst a battle fray.
He’ll be coming home soon
In a flag-draped casket,
Looked over for his safe return,
Accompanied by reverent mascots.
But today I have the sad duty
Of reporting his demise to a grief-stricken wife
With uncomprehending toddler by her side.
And fighting back tears of sorrow
To bring the news of barren tomorrows.
I will try to be gentle and understanding
But know that I cannot assuage their grief
Or comprehend their deep despair
But pray that their hurt will be but brief.
As they must do, I too carry on
For tomorrow will hold another detail
And repeat this soulful scene once more
As I ring a bell or touch a door
And witness once more the cost of war.