Colin F. Jones

WE KNEW

We knew our risk we knew the cult we served,
We knew as brothers we might sometime part,
We trusted skill delivered wrath deserved,
Upon a foe who also had a heart.
What more than this are we who train to kill,
Who live our lives that others might survive,
We do our duty which controls our will,
While serving best those we keep alive.
We’ll not forget but death is death we know,
Red blood spilled through us does not run,
None return from where it is they go,
But for us who live duty is not yet done.
For fallen trees seldom stem the flow,
And we are servants of the peaceful gun.