In The Line of Fire

Every soldier's Every Man and Woman.

 

That trickle of Sweat down the Soldier's Cheek

Holds his Hope for continued Life

And the Courage to do what's Right

That Sweat on his Brow from Days of Marching

Days of carefully nudging the enemy out

Of dark holes and caves

And out - out into the Light

The Sweat on Soldier's Cheek and Brow

Crosses the Tear stained Trails

Upon the Faces of Those they Love

In the intertwining of Salt of the Living Earth

And Salt of the Human Seas

We Remember - Soldier and Those they Love

And who Love Them in Return -

Waiting and Wanting the Soldier to Return -

While under fire by seeming Demons below

And occasionally Brushed by Angels from Above

We are All of Us an Ocean of intermingling Sweat and Tears

To fire upon One is to fire upon Us All