Dennis W. Zineal

DUTY

This is a very eloquent tale
Of a man who took a bride
But, his country called one day
So this man, he took a ride

He flew to lands very far away
With rice paddies all around
He landed with his wits in tact
That is, till he hit the ground

That’s when the peril hit him
That’s when his conscience knew
That this was not a nice place
For the ground patrol he drew

He went about his duties
With pride from where he came
Then one day out on patrol
He played his last war game

For as he walked his duty
On a mine his foot did drop
His last conscious memory
Oh! Let the pain please stop

Now on a September morn
You can see his legless frame
His hollow empty lifeless eyes
Stare out at you with shame

This man got called to duty
And the war it took his wife
It took away his legs and son
This war it took his life