UNACCOUNTED CASUALTY
Many say that only truth is sought
They say that the stories must be told
Stories of Soldiers brave and bold
They say they must be told or be all for naught
Soldiers who fought and held their dying brother
Soldiers who had to tell the expectant mother
No more will he come home to you, no more
Your child will never know the face of my brother
Your child will never hear his voice
Your child will know only the love of you ,her darling mother
His child born in the crisp fall air of his desert home
His child never to know what it would be like to see him home
His child to know only that he died in a far away land
Died for something called "Freedom" and just doing his job
His child to be raised by a man, his blood brother
His child to know only love and trust and adoration
His child raised by a man with horrible memories
His child an orphan because he could not protect her mother
His child raised to know honor, to love freedom
His child raised to honor those who have fought and died
His child told of the horrors of war, of the terrible pain
His child told of how he died, of his last fight
Their child raised know the disgust most felt for her Daddies
Their child hearing them called "Baby Killers and Murderers"
Their child knowing that he was visited nightly
Their child knowing that no one cared, no one wanted to know
The child now grown writes words of her fathers
The child now grown, vows that their Grand-daughters will know
The child now no longer able to trust as once she did.
The child now questions all around her, asks why?
The child asks "No one cared before, why do they care now"
The child asks "No one trusted them, why should i now trust you"
The child is an uncounted casualty of a long ago war.