Colin F. Jones


That we are free; to choose and to love,
To be ourselves a Blackbird or a Dove,
To eat and to drink, make another life,
Share our time, with a loving wife.
To sooth our brothers with our callous mirth,
Take note of what freedom is really worth.
Is all we veterans can ever hope to gain,
For all our fear and all our inner pain,
From all the warfare, memories of the dead
That fill our hearts and cloud our angry heads?
We can pray, we can hope, be loyal to friends,
Understand the young soldier who sometimes pretends,
That he is immortal and forged out of steel
That the scars of war sometimes never heal.