Each time he stepped out
on the battle field
He couldn’t catch his breath,
Normally things didn’t rattle him
but those days he was scared to death,
He was prepared for any sacrifice
but he kept asking himself,
“Will my new bride be a widow tonight,
or will I make it out alive”?
He knew he wasn’t the only one
with such thoughts weighing on his mind,
Soldiers thinking about families
that they left behind
By: J.N.R Dutton
