Just a Common Soldier

Just a Common Soldier
By Larry Vancourt

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,

And he sat around the Legion Post, telling stories of the past,

Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done.

In his exploits with his buddies, they were heroes, every one.

And tho’ sometimes to his neighbors his tales became a joke,

All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we’ll hear his tales no longer, for old Bill has passed away,

And the world's a little poorer, for a Soldier died today.

He'll not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,

For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life;

Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way.

And the world won't note his passing, though a Soldier died today.

 

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state

And many note their passing and proclaim that they were great!

Newspapers tell their stories, from the time that they were young,

But the passing of a simple Soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land

A person who breaks promises 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?

 

It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago

That the old Bills of our country went to battle, but we know,

It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,

Who won for us the freedom that our country now enjoys.

He was just a common Soldier and his ranks are growing thin,

But his presence should remind us, we may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict, then we find the Soldier’s part

Is to clean up all the troubles that others often start.

If we cannot give him honor while he's here to hear the praise,

Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.

Perhaps a simple notice in the paper that would say:

‘Our country is in morning ‘cause a Soldier passed away.’