They walked day and night,
carrying weapons and other materials along,
walking cautiously and probing things in sight,
while trying to stay confident by singing a war song.

Gun shots and loud voices were echoing in their ears,
shivers and small bumps were running along their skin,
as they struggled to survive, while thinking of their homes led them to tears,
while their American courage gave them hope and desire to win.

Every evening, they would collapse and settle around a fire,
pondering about home, secretly embracing the materials they brought,
while going home and drowning in safety was their greatest desire,
their conscience repeated recurrently that the war needed to be fought.

Every morning, they would wake up with the aura of fear,
and move quickly toward the hill of danger, knowing they had to try,
even though deep inside, they felt that danger was drawing near,
but loyalty and patriotism ran in their blood, concealing the tears they were about to cry.

When politicians leave this Earth, their bodies lie in state,
papers tell their whole life stories, from the times when they were young,
while thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great,
but the passing of the soldier goes by unnoticed and unsung.

They were just common soldiers and their ranks were growing thin,
for when countries were in conflict, they found their own part,
our imperialism and desire was our greatest sin,
but now we must clean up all the trouble the politicians start.

We do not always give them honor while they're here to hear the praise,
but it may help to put a simple headline in the news that would say
that we should at least give them homage at the ending of their days,
and that our country is mourning because a soldier died today.