By A. Lawrence Vaincourt 
1985
He was getting old and paunchy 
And his hair was falling fast, 
And he sat around the Legion, 
Telling stories of the past. 
Of a war that he once fought in 
And the deeds that he had done, 
In his exploits with his 
buddies; 
They were heroes, every one. 
And 'tho sometimes to his 
neighbors 
His tales became a joke, 
All his buddies listened quietly 
For they knew where of he spoke. 
But we'll hear his tales no 
longer, 
For ol' Joe has passed away, 
And the world's a little poorer 
For a Soldier died today. 
He won't be mourned by many, 
Just his children and his wife. 
For he lived an ordinary, 
Very quiet sort of life. 
He held a job and raised a 
family, 
Going quietly on his way; 
And the world won't note his 
passing, 
Tho a Soldier died today. 
When politicians leave this 
earth, 
Their bodies lie in state, 
While thousands note their 
passing, 
And proclaim that they were 
great. 
Papers tell of their life 
stories
From the time that they were 
young 
But the passing of a Soldier 
Goes unnoticed, and unsung. 
Is the greatest contribution 
To the welfare of our land, 
Some jerk who breaks his promise 
And cons his fellow man? 
Or the ordinary fellow 
Who in times of war and strife, 
Goes off to serve his country 
And offers up his life? 
The politician's stipend 
And the style in which he lives, 
Are often disproportionate, 
To the service that he gives. 
While the ordinary Soldier, 
Who offered up his all, 
Is paid off with a medal 
And perhaps a pension, small. 
It is not the politicians 
With their compromise and ploys, 
Who won for us the freedom 
That our country now enjoys. 
Should you find yourself in 
danger, 
With your enemies at hand, 
Would you really want some 
cop-out, 
With his ever waffling stand? 
Or would you want a Soldier 
His home, his country, his kin, 
Just a common Soldier, 
Who would fight until the end. 
He was just a common Soldier, 
And his ranks are growing thin, 
But his presence should remind 
us 
We may need his likes again. 
For when countries are in 
conflict,  
We find the Soldier's part 
Is to clean up all the 
troubles   
That the politicians start. 
If we cannot do him honor 
While he's here to hear the 
praise, 
Then at least let's give him 
homage 
At the ending of his 
days.
Perhaps just a simple headline 
In a newspaper that would 
say...
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, 
FOR A SOLDIER DIED 
TODAY."
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