Soldiers funeral

A tear forms in my eye as a flag is drapped over the pinewood box
To me this is more than somthing covered with mud, grass and rocks

The flag represents his undying valor and sacrifice to me and others
Attending the service are his family in tears and his armed service brothers

I look up at the sky and as the first guns go off so does my train of thought
Soon Ill be taking his place as I ship off quite soon no more time to be bought

As the tear rolls down my face I look around as I feel my body shrink
What will I do when my time comes will I act or will I over think

No I know I will act I will stand proud with my brothers and fight
I will fight to the death every last ounce of breath with all my might

As I blink my eyes my tear falls down 6 feet to the ground soaked in rain
I wipe my eyes trying not to cry, trying desperatly not to show my pain

This man laying in the ground was 22 years old, my senior by only five
He may have had a family soon my fears realised by his weeping wive

I know the government doesnt care about us, this much Ive been told
But I dont even care about that, on serving my country Ive been sold

So I give into my tears at least momentarily soon I will be amung the ranks
But till than I look up to those who serve and I give my neverending thanks