Irving E. Rice

FROM A SOLDIER TO AN ANGEL

When we go to basic,
We practice with a gun.
The weight that we must carry,
Seems to weigh a ton.
We face another war,
We face another test.
The clock will tick away the time,
The guns will do the rest.
If a stranger out there,
Comes to talk to you.
You never know just who it is,
Angels are there too!
The taps are played again,
Flags lowered everywhere.
Now a soldier’s little girl,
Just holds her teddy bear.
“I know your dad,” this voice told her,
“It will be all right.”
When she turned her little head,
No one was in sight.