Gratitude

Do you remember the child playing in the dirt and
Laughing under the bright sun,
Did you see the glint of joy in his eyes and the sheen of confidence in his smile,
Did you ever wonder, what was his object of happiness,
The whole world was his playground; his dream,
Do you remember the proud face filled determination
And did you see the Hand of Fate upon his shoulder,
Did you know what happened to him?

Where were you, when they gave him a rifle
And a flag to cover his coffin?

Do you remember the child playing in the dirt and laughing under the sun,
And will you remember him, when he comes in your dreams and
Asks you why, he no longer smiles in your dreams?


Written in memory of all those, who wore their nation's uniform and died in its name and who were asked to do so by us - the still living.