He was getting old and paunchy
and his hair was falling fast
and he sat around the Legion
telling stories of the past
Of a war that he once fought in
and the deeds he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies
they were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
his tales became a joke
all his buddies listened quietly
for they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for ol' Bob has passed away,
and the world's a little poorer
for a Solider died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary
very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
going quietly on his way;
and the world won't note his passing
'tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state
while thousands note their passing,
and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
from the time that they were young,
but the passing of a Soldier
goes unnoticied and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
to the welfare of our land
some jerk who breaks his promise
and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
who in times of war and strife,
goes off to serve his country
and offers up his life?