My old C.O. sent this to me
 
Dan
 
----- Original Message -----
From:Bruce E Sonn
To: Dan
Sent: Thursday, February 10, 2011 9:57 PM
Subject: Fw: Fw: A solider Died Today

Subj: A solider Died Today





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' Bob 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 like 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 the paper that might say:
 
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
 
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
 
 
Pass On The Patriotism!
 
YOU can make a difference.