Dennis W. Lid

IN MEMORY OF SEVEN SOLDIERS

They died today,
Those seven men,
Proud soldiers
But they died.

Their mission was
A risky one
That all knew
Must be done.

Headlong they flew
Into the void
That fate
Prepared for them.

Yet had they time
To think of it,
The same they
Would have done.

A soldier who’s
A good one
Asks not
The reason why.

He does his job
No matter what,
Well knowing
He may die.

A soldier is
A mortal man,
And mortals
All must die.

It’s cause for wonder
That they knew,
Yet looked death
In the eye.

But these were soldiers
Every one,
And that’s
The reason why.