David R. “Poppa” Alexander

WE WERE…

We were just off the street,
We were just off the farm,
We were told what to do, what to think and what to eat.
We were scared and wanted to be in our Mother’s arms,

We were chosen to go in our prime,
We were scared but fearless,
We were young and old at the same time,
We were told to go regardless.

We were thrown into war,
We were given a helmet and a gun,
We were ask to give more and more,
We were too scared to stand and to fearless to run.

We were witnesses to our comrade’s death,
We were faced with bullets and men,
We were ourselves sometimes met with our own final rest;
We were boys – then we were men.

We were sent home our job not done,
We were survivors of this terrible HELL,
We were scared but too proud to run;
We were forced to leave some that had rung their final bell.

We were expecting a grateful nation,
We were promised so many things,
We were to find hate filled members of our own generation;
We were given a pair of heavenly wings.

We were just off the street,
We were just off the farm,
We were told what to do, what to think and what to eat.
We were never again to be held in our Mother’s arms.