Barely Eighteen
This soldier, he died,
barely out of his teens.
So make sure to remember,
he was only eighteen.
So remember his memory,
and pray for his soul,
think of him daily,
for he protected the whole:
Here lies the soldier.
His thoughts dark and obscene.
He's the almighty aider.
But he's barely eighteen.
Though beaten and tired
He continued to walk.
Doing all that's required,
but barely able to talk.
Monsters were waiting in his head.
Memories he didn't want to keep.
So he tries to stay awake instead,
he never sleeps.
His gun at ready,
eyes alert.
His body is antsy,
and his arm is hurt.
Planes overhead.
As he stood his ground.
His comrades had fled.
War was all around.
He fought to the death
He would not run
He took his last breath
Shooting his gun
Protecting his country and everyone...
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