Colin F. Jones


They also died who crossed their chest and prayed;
They were not spared the wounds or the pain.
What value did they derive from being dismayed?
What from their prayers did they really gain?
God did not save them, they suffered like the rest;
They have no advantage in any harsh contest.
They kill the same as any soldier kills,
And from their wounds the same red blood spills.
They pray before and after and if they survive,
They declare it was God who kept them all alive.
But the soldier who lives to tell the tale of war,
Who fought in combat on a foreign shore,
Knows luck and circumstance allowed him another day,
To wonder why those others kneel down to pray.