Unsung Heros

Long is the standing, the waiting and fear

As we await our orders to advance

Charge is the word that brings us alive

Leaving our wounded and dying be hind in our dust

Yes off into battle we go once again

No fear do we feel as we pray for the end

Into the night we fight and we bleed

The gunpowder we absorb deep in our flesh

Then its all over in the blink of an eye 

As the sun brightens our way

Our anger has faded

Our evil has fled

Now is the time we tend to our dead

Collecting our wounded 

That we left behind

For now that its over we have the time

A young privet is wounded a bullet I guess

He follows his orders as best as he can

A base camp is made and they tend to his wounds

He tries not to think of those left to their doom

We fight to the death for the weak and the strong

Do not try to judge us for the things that we do

We all have our orders 

That we follow them through

Yes we are just soldiers

So proud in the fight

But when its all over 

We can't sleep at night

We shall return home in the end

To a place that's not ready 

To except, understand or comprehend

We suffer alone in the darkness with only our pain

By: Steve A. LaVerdiere

April 16 1993