He never went to war because,
They just seemed so unjust.
All fought for greed or politics,
Some old men's power lust.

His father in the big one went,
The evil axis fell.
He liked to think if he'd lived then,
That he'd have gone as well.

The many men he'd met who claimed,
To love their country most,
Had more seemed charmed by violence,
Bravado, blood and boast.

And yet he knew that warriors,
Were often brave in fact.
When fearlessly they battled to,
Protect their buddies backs.

So when he saw his country's flag,
It filled his heart with pride,
And gave a heartfelt thank you to,
The ones who'd fought and died.