Where Ever You Are

 

It doesn't take much . . .

Hit the can with your throw

Move the cart back to the rack

Make the most of everyday . . .

 

Where ever it is and where ever you are . . .

Do the little things to make difference . . .

 

Saw a soldier today . . .

Coming home . . .

Dressed in boots and fatigues

Coming home . . .

 

I simply said, thanks for you're service

It brought an immediate smile too his face

Then the smile started to quiver . . .

 

He had news to deliver . . .

A young man of 20 or so . . .

Was flying too meet

His friend's wife of defeat

 

The soldier I saw

was going home, not to his

but to the commitment built it

to the bond that battle brings in

 

He will meet the wife and break the news

Through a broken heart she will cry

For America he died . . .

 

Pay tribute too, those who do . . .

What we cannot or choose not too . . .

Support our troops, those that do . . .

 

                                        D, Carlson

 

 

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