The smoke clears
I can see through all the tears..

A man in uniform
Here to keep his country from harm..

Whither friend or foe
He has to know..

The heart is strong
And feels right from wrong..

If the story be told
There’s one more from the same mold..

Young boy to the man that be
Father would be proud of the man I see..

Grown up with lessons learnt
From pasted mistakes that burnt..

Feeling touch and hands reach out
Nothing needed, not even a shout....

~Author Elina Rawlins~